Today was a bright, sunny Sunday. After days of grey sky and rain, the weather cleared but the east wind was cold. Snow is expected in most of Britain over the coming days.
We walked for just half an hour. Three of the local New Forest ponies were eating someone`s hedge on the village green.
Snowy, the white grey, is an old friend and came over to see us. Her companions, the Black Mare and Baggage, the bay, were more interested in food.
...and her stiff moustache which is great protection when chewing on holly and gorse.
Whisper Dog is old and can be grumpy with other dogs, so he wears a muzzle in case he meets one.
Marks on a holly tree, where a pony has chewed on the bark.
Moss on an oak trunk.
A holly tree where the bite marks are healing and forming scars.
On one side of the lane was a view across pasture land.
On the other side, across a pond, the valley stretched across heath and gorse towards a long, low hill.
From the top of the Beacon Hill, where iron age people once made a settlement with far reaching views.
The lane not travelled.
On the hilltop, an old, leaning oak......
A silver birch......
Turkey tail fungi on a tree stump.....
Sunlit green moss and lichen on winter trees........
....and time to turn back towards home.