Cobbytype
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I wasn't very imaginative - just the string mop as my trusty horse, with its white (well, grey, damp and a bit smelly) mane. Sadly mop (well my legs if we're being honest) could only canter on the right lead.
Yup, exactly what I did! We also pretended that we ran a riding school and used to 'book' everyone in, organise their horses and teach them all.
Totally normal behaviour for pony mad kids!