One lazy early morning for me. The sun streaming in from the wrong direction. And N still insisting on riding the rocking horse.
It’s the one that my uncle Geoff (well, step Grandad) all those years ago got out of a skip, repainted. Then my mum repainted in readiness for N being older enoguh. And now he’s really getting a bit big for it, but I don’t want to throw it away.