AS A computer incompetent, who has already had to re-write this opening paragraph to the accompaniment of some unrepeatable words, I have little love for the internet.

But just occasionally it has me beaming with pride as I find my golden words have gone round the moon and back again.

Like my story about Neddy the donkey which brought happy memories for a lady called Christine Garrett who has Devon roots but now lives in Herefordshire.

Her parents, Mr and Mrs Lord, used to own chalets at Labrador Bay, that romantic stretch of wooded cliffs and gullies overlooking Shaldon and Teignmouth.

The faithful Neddy was a four- legged errand boy who used to fetch supplies for the Labrador Bay Hotel.

With panniers on his broad back he would walk unattended up the steep, zigzag path to the top of the cliff and saunter a couple of miles down to Shaldon.

There the shopkeeper would take out a list from the panniers and fill them with the provisions which had been ordered.

Whereupon Neddy would walk back to the hotel with them, no doubt rewarded with a carrot when he got there.

There are lots of stories about Neddy who, it is said, collapsed and died on one of those shopping trips, but no photographs and I hoped my article might have found one.

No such luck but Christine Garrett has set me off on the trail again.

I picked up the tale of Neddy from a booklet written by local historian Colin Vosper for Teign Heritage, the posh new name for the Teignmouth and Shaldon Museum.

Christine has contacted Colin to say she read my article on the internet and he hopes she will have memories of those long ago days when Labrador Bay was a mecca for holidaymakers.

"I believe your story is still on the internet," Colin told me.

So I decided to look it up and typed in 'Neddy the Donkey, Labrador Bay'.

Sure enough, up it popped in a section headed 'Herald Express August 2008'.

Together with many other articles from this newspaper — including several others by me — in what looked like a particularly interesting month.

So, 18 months later, I ask again: Does anyone remember Neddy the Donkey?

Or, better still, have a photograph of the heroic animal?