At 14:30 this afternoon, the ponies were grazing on the western slope of Brock’s Hill near ///blogs.storms.dolls. Six were out in the open, happily browsing gorse and long, straw‑like grass, while the remaining two were deeper in the gorse bushes. They were all very friendly, coming over to greet me and enjoy plenty of strokes and rubs. The two in the bushes soon emerged when they heard my voice, keen to say hello. All eight were happy, relaxed, and looking well.
After our initial greetings, the ponies returned to grazing, though they took turns coming back over to spend more time with me. Most of the earlier rain had dried from their coats, though they were still a little matted, and gentle rubs helped to loosen and smooth them. The girls thoroughly enjoyed long neck, shoulder, and back rubs, relaxing completely and offering soft, affectionate nuzzles in return. Tilly was especially friendly, delighting in having the sides of her neck and chin scratched before settling into a long back rub while snacking on gorse. The moment we finished, she headed straight off for a roll in the soft mud.
By 15:10, the ponies had crossed the main path to graze among the gorse along the southern side. They continued to return regularly for more attention, clearly enjoying the fuss. Around fifteen minutes later, they began making their way back toward their original spot, gradually working their way up the hill to the higher, flatter ground to continue grazing.
After spending some quiet, relaxing time with the ponies, I said my goodbyes at 16:10, leaving them grazing contentedly as darkness fell.
The fence at the cut-through onto the racecourse continues to hold up well.
The ponies were all good today.
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