Holding the door open, two ponies trotted past me.
They were raring to go, with artificial flowers clipped onto their bridles.
‘Come on girls,’ I called, leading them into the care home lounge.
Trotting into the room, everyone’s faces lit up.
Gasping, the care home residents leaned forwards in their armchairs.
‘Are they real?’ one lady asked.
‘They certainly are,’ I nodded.
