I was riding Patrick along the lane by the farm when I was stopped by a chap who was out with his little boy aged about 5. The man asked if his son could stroke Patrick. Patrick obviously obliged and lowered his massive head down so the little one could reach it. The man told me that his son had seen Patrick grazing in the field and had got so excited because he believed the horse belonged to a giant (I am 5 feet 3") We had a little bit of a laugh at that. However, what happened next totally finished me off. The little boy looked up to me and said "Excuse me lady, when you sit on his back, can you see into heaven?" I said " Yes!" I waved them off and Patrick had to take me home at that point because I couldn't see. Heaven to me is the space between a Clydedale's or any horse's ears.