I remember riding him.
Well actually, rocking him so furiously that his nose almost touched the ground.
I remember having loads of fun on Dobbin.
My Mum remembers riding him too.
For hours at a time.
Dobbin is at least 55.
He sat for a while... forgotten... unridden.
Then Mum dug him out from beneath the house and sent him away.
He was gone for a long time.
So long that we wondered if we'd ever see him again.
But now he's back.
With new paint and new hair.
A new saddle and a new base.
And a new generation of children to be loved by.