Something old

Meet Dobbin.

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.