My name is Tiny Tim. I was rescued from the roadside by the RSPCA some years ago in a poor state. The previous night I had been transported in the boot of a car, with my legs bound together. Ever since I was little, I had been tethered by my back leg – years later, I have the scar and the gammy leg to prove it!
I am a lucky pony. I live on a quiet yard, nestling in its own private valley in Wales. I have loads of friends! There are horses which were born here – they were here before I arrived. They showed me the ropes and helped me to get better. Periodically, we welcome other rescued horses and ponies to this yard and we help them to recover before waving goodbye as they go to their new homes. I am a small chap, with a caring side, so I am useful for babysitting poorly friends.
Bonni the dog and Glitz the cat also live on my yard and in the shed there are four hens called Hermione, Holly, Harriet and Hyfryd. Bonni plays a tremendous game of tag, Glitz does rodent patrol and the four H girls provide eggs for sustaining all of us from time to time.
As well as these, I have my human friends. All sorts of people visit me but my main person is Sally. She cares for me and I care for her. There are four others as well in my team, and I always know I will see someone I trust at least twice a day. In return, I would follow my people to the end of the earth (and I did once, it was called Merthyr Tydfil), because my experiences of life have made me loyal and brave!
Occasionally, my attention may be diverted onto rugby (because I am Welsh) but mainly, I will blog about my life, my yard, the welfare of horses here and beyond.