We’ve just come back from a few days exploring Wales. We drove through Snowdonia, along the coast and through the Brecon Beacons. One of the most memorable moments was driving through these huge, bright open moors. There was absolutely nothing around and it was deathly silent, until we spotted a pull over spot surrounded by little wild ponies.
There was already a car in the spot, and a young girl coaxing the ponies over with bread and carrots. I honestly have never been so excited to find a turning spot and get back to park the car and get out with the camera. I was so panicked that the ponies would be scared off and I’d miss my chance to get close.