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welsh ponies

Wild welsh ponies are very different from the 'wild' {not remotely wild, owned and cared for} new forest ponies back in Hampshire. For a start these are often actually wild... unhandled, utterly wary of people and not remotely likely to pinch your picnic like the New forest pony.
 Rather beautiful, short, and with the trademark dished faces and big, big eyes, they are one of the oldest British breeds. I come across these ponies occasionally when out hiking across the uplands and moors. They really do hide, and appear randomly, only to be gone again moments later. 




These three hung around and watched me go by, not at all impressed by my offers to come and live with me cheery hellos and friendly comments, they eyed me suspiciously all the way. I turned back to check just as I got out of their sight, and yep; they were still watching me go. 


three ladies


not easy catching sheep portraits... ( especially when attached to my wrist is a hound on a lead... ) But I am in awe of the 'free range' sheep on the mountains and moorlands of this national park. Its not exactly a sunny sheltered place. 

seeing red...


Noted this red tree whilst out walking and had to take its picture... lets all celebrate standing out after all. Not until I downloaded the picture tho, did I notice its kind of heart shaped in amongst the trees there... always a sucker for anything heart shaped :)  {Click on the picture to see it bigger}