Dartmoor
We spent our first Sunday in the UK in Dartmoor. Rolling green, craggy hills. Thatched cottages with a mist hanging over them. I wouldn't have been surprised if Brigadoon had appeared out of the fog (yeah, I know it's situated in Scotland, but this slice of southwestern England definitely has that feeling).
We spent most of the day based out of the town of Widecombe in the Moor. In the town square were about 20 wild ponies happily grazing on the grass. Although wild is a bit of a misnomer, as they were perfectly content for you to approach them, as long as you didn't try to disturb their lunch.
There were a couple of foals present, and you couldn't get too close to them or to mama.
The funniest part was at one point a younger looking male pony mounted a female pony. He was doing his business, and the woman just stood there, still grazing away. I could make some really crude comment here, but I'll just leave that to your imagination.
We spent most of the day based out of the town of Widecombe in the Moor. In the town square were about 20 wild ponies happily grazing on the grass. Although wild is a bit of a misnomer, as they were perfectly content for you to approach them, as long as you didn't try to disturb their lunch.
There were a couple of foals present, and you couldn't get too close to them or to mama.
The funniest part was at one point a younger looking male pony mounted a female pony. He was doing his business, and the woman just stood there, still grazing away. I could make some really crude comment here, but I'll just leave that to your imagination.
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