What's it like up there?

Went up to town to revisit an art exhibition, and we were blessed with glorious weather. This little boy on his rocking horse grabbed my attention. I had one of the other sort when I was little - on a stand - but it wasn't gold. It had been handed down by my grandmother and was made of wood and plaster with bits of real horse hair for its mane, but was desperately in need of a bit of TLC. And woodworm treatment!