3rd January 2020 'Cramberry' the (Wick)Steed horse. I rode on this horse when I was a child. It used to rock and sitting on the seat right at the back was a terrfifying experience to be enjoyed at every available opportunity. My son rode the same horse but some time after we moved away from Helensburgh its springs broke and it was taken out of service. Subsequent conversations that I've had have led me to believe that people up here didn't know about Wicksteed because it was declared irreparable and embedded into the ground much as you can see here. In about 2017, the upkeep of the local park was passed from the Council to a sub-committee and a group of 'friends' of the park. With lottery funding and a lot of local fundraising they have been doing a magnificent job of renovating the park back to something like it used to be in its heyday. The whole park has felt dormant for some time. Cramberry here was rusty and neglected but locals didn't want to get rid of him because so many of us have happy memories associated with him. The local Toyota garage agreed to strip him down and give him a new paint job and although he will never rock again, he is in the process of being reinstated in the new play area for smalls to clamber on. Apparently he's just waiting for some new safety rubber (of the sort that we never had as kids!) and will be dormant no more.