I remember that when I was a small child my favourite book was “Adventures of the Little Wooden Horse” by Ursula Moray Williams. It was the magical tale of a hand crafted wooden horse which set off to find its fortune when its maker ran into hard times. How I loved that story and it was probably because of my repeated appeals to hear it again that my parents bought me a rocking horse for my bedroom. My horse was a relatively inexpensive model and it wasn’t wooden but how I enjoyed it anyway. These days you rarely see rocking horses and I think kids are missing out on a real joy. Continue reading →