Had a phone call out of the blue on Thursday 'do you have a pony called Ben?' Turns out they owned him 14 years ago, as a 4 year old, and wanted to see how he was. They came over to visit today, lovely reunion for them, he was nicely behaved and munched his way through their mints. I'm glad he was looking really fit and well, be just typical if he'd chosen today to go lame!
They brought loads of photos, so it was lovely to find out more about his younger days. He hasn't changed much!
Twas lovely!