Pony

A very young Pony kept close to its mother, mimicking the adults moves and postures; the two were lazily grazing the thick new green glass that flanks the banks Red Rise Brook; as if  offended by our presence, they reluctantly meandered away towards the stand of mature Oaks which nestle together on the rise above the shade, abutting the open wet heath.  The leafs are becoming dense on many trees, although some trees are slow to cover, noticeably the Oaks.