A not so old grey mare

If only I'd had a apple core in my pocket!  
I managed to pull into a farm track after spotting the pony in the field and unlike cows and sheep who turn and scatter when the see me this lovely pony came to have a muzzle rub.

A very quick run out to Aberfoyle this morning to take Togbe home. The village and nearby roads were busy with cyclists so no temptation to linger.