Sybil's whiskers

Lovely evening as I left work tonight so took a detour round the country lanes and spied Sybil, the horse I used to borrow from the local stables to go out hacking on from time to time, sadly some 10 years' ago now. I am sure Sybil recognised me - or perhaps she just thought I came bearing gifts of a carrot, polo, sugar cube etc. Anyway,when I called to her she came cantering over to me, nickering all the way and buried her soft and whiskery muzzle into my face, and then into my camera lens. Whether she recognised me or not no matter, it was just lovely to see her and talk to her again. She is now about 21 years old and is looking really well.