I had a dream about my pony last night. We were going foxhunting with Tara at Bummy and Pappap's, and we were late, and we were cantering across the field to catch up. He was excited and happy to canter, but he was listening, and I brought him back to walk by stretching my spine upwards and taking a deep breath, and it worked just like it was supposed to.

It's not the first time I've dreamt about him, and I'm never sure whether to be happy about these dreams or not.