These photos were taken on the first morning after a night of snow. We walked out onto the heath and up the hill, finding a group of local New Forest ponies breakfasting on the newest shoots of gorse.
Whisper Dog enjoyed snuffling in the fresh snow.
Fudge the young mare came over to ask for help. She had a branch hanging from her mane and she stood patiently while I removed it.
Her friends stayed over in the gorse brake, looking for green shoots beneath snowy branches.
This pony has an unusual patch of light hair on her shoulder. We think this may be where she was hit by a car in her younger days and the scar has healed with differently pigmented hair.
Three bay mares, their long coats fluffed up against the cold, facing a world turned white.
Whisper seemed perplexed by the way his daily walk , and all its scents, had changed.
Up on the wooded hill there was utter silence. It may be a cliche to say that it seemed like Narnia, but the transformation of a familiar wood was magical.
I found myself imagining Mr Tumnus the fawn appearing from behind snow laden trees.......
Even the way home seemed to offer different possibilities in this new, cold white world.