Sometime in the very early sixties
That is Bert on his rocking horse. The picture was taken in the yard. I expect he soon outgrew his toy for it spent decades in the attic of this house. Eventually, while the renovation was going on, it ended up in a shed. Then a few years ago Bert dragged it out and repainted it.
The first time Martha played on Bert's old rocking horse I recited the following poem.
Ride a cockhorse to Banbury CrossTo see a fine lady on a white horseRings on her fingersAnd bells on her toesShe shall have music wherever she goes
I remember Matty reciting this version to me when I was a little. Bert never named his horse but Martha decided straight away that Cockhorse should be its name.