It was a pretty normal Saturday morning in this bucolic rural haven; strong coffee on the front porch and Morning Prayer, straight from the '28 BCP and thank you very much. But no sooner had I finished the Office than I heard the clatter of shod hooves and there was a column of horsemen moving briskly down the road, just a block off my position.
Some of the riders peeled off from the main body of horse and passed by the Compound. Why, what was it all about? I have no idea but the concept's good, get on your horse and canter about the town, which is something I've been wanting to do for a while. After all, this is Texas.
In other news, Melania's been turning heads in Europe, more of that on Monday, another "man" is giving birth to a child and there's been some sort of awfulness in a Vatican apartment and at St. Paul's, Knightsbridge.
Ride on,
LSP
