No sign of ponies on arrival, but I walked along the top path, almost to the end, and saw movement. I was sure it was a pony, but it turned out to be:
...a muntjac. Fortunately, the ponies were very obvious, near the far gate, and were in fine form.
I collected some bits of rubbish, obviously thrown from cars - the ponies were intrigued, but not happy when artic lorries went by. Troughs full. Lots of redwings feeding on the hawthorn.
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