We weren't desperately poor as children, but there were four of us and we had to share round whatever toys we had. My dollies and teddies were often shot and hung by my brothers when we played cowboys and indians! And my younger sister ruined my dolls pram using it as a chariot with the boy next door sitting in it!
When I had my first child, my Dad rescued some good wood from a local skip and made her a rocking horse. It was a very modern design, flat bodied and with a string tail but every stroke of the wood plane and brush of varnish was done with love. I still have it in our loft and it is about to be resurrected for our third grandchild (the other two loved it as well!)
It brings a lump to my throat every time one of the little ones rocks on it and smiles...
English asparagus…..it was worth the £££££ price tag.
