We've had a brilliant day at the Blists Hill Victorian Village Museum in Ironbridge. In the picture you can see Wilson talking to the lady who looked after the shire horses. She told him he could have a ride on the cart if he came back later, after she and the horses had delivered the beer barrels to The New Inn pub round the corner.
W really liked the horses, and since meeting them has talked about them almost constantly.
I know W quite well now, and I'm pretty sure I know what he's thinking. He's thinking that he should have held out for a pony, instead of getting bargained down to a goldfish!
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