Newt was looking particularly enchanting yesterday.
He had made it his mission to stand precariously on a particularly difficult slope looking pathetic.
Of course I totally fell for it.
And he came to talk to me.
A darling boy
with the most gorgeous little bottom too.
Or perhaps it is his short legs and teensy-tinesy hooves.
A scruffy little thing at the moment – actually they all are. It is the time of year. I rarely brush as the mud keeps them warm (well, that’s my theory anyway).
Newt is a darling chap, just more pocket-sized than everyone else. He is our smallest in stature but no one has told him this and as far as he is concerned he is about 17hh. Shhhh, say nothing. Never mention it.
He would hate to know he is the shortest.
So that’s Newt – yak x mountain goat x Shetland pony.