Nothing but the horse for me when the fairground came to town!
On seaside holidays at Ramsgate, I would spend all the time with the donkeys. It didn't matter if I didn't have the sixpence to ride, as long as I could stand near them. The 'Donkey Man' took pity on me at one point and gave me a free ride as I'd been standing there for so long. I loved their brightly coloured browbands with their names painted on them. I loved their gentleness.
One of my favourite games while out walking with parents and aunts and uncles on family holidays was pretending to be a farmer walking behind his horses while they ploughed the field. They were my horses and humoured me between conversations with an occasional neighs to keep me happy.