Baby donkeys in the road

Where else do we find baby donkeys roaming wild, meandering with their families down the street – ponies too…

Walking idly along the middle of the road, no care or concern for the cars queuing behind them.

The New Forest of course…

This fairy tale land – where I had taken my boyfriend-husband Anadi, for a mini break… Whisking him away from his computer, we’d driven in torrential rain to this magical place…

Where we walked and talked – and ran on the springy grass – all weekend long… The skies alternating between bright blue, sunshine gleaming to heavy grey blue black, with torrential rain cascading…

Between our ‘activities’ we ate quantities food in the cosy pubs – and tea rooms too, full of scrumptious cakes made for extra hungry people.

Forest people who like to hike and bike – down from London town!

The people of the forest welcomed us with warmth – so proud of their patch – to their sparkling bright jewel of a land, with these roaming animals…

Free.

As we are meant to be…

And so we celebrated the elements and the expanse of grassy plain – played together with the baby cows and foals – a silent still deer standing watching – ponies galloping…

We circled them and joined in with their dance of life…

Along sploshy paths we splished, on springy turf, beside a bubbling brook, and through the trees we ran.

Becoming running

In each step

Zen…