Autumn afternoon

In the late afternoon Sun Autumns' pallet comes into its own; an orange hue tints the land as the now weakening Sun sinks below the horizon. Across Warwick Slade a column of New Forest ponies emerges from the canopy of Birkin Wood, striding with purpose, attracted by a woman calling her pony as commoners have done for generations; she has her pockets filled with apples, but has no luck. The timeless forest.