Trust me Rogered anything bellow 16 h'nds and "the queen" will be Badger hunting before she knows it, with a mouth full of London clay and a potato wedged up the royal protocol.
Though the Greco-Teutonic peasant will hardly notice, given the bucolic strain it will involve. It will also surely serve to bring her closer into the awkward embrace of son No1 who has been ignored since birth. They have taken to the fields ploughing in an effort to find solace from what ancestral roots are left.

(long live the Greeks)