Diminuendo
At the Start
This is a subject very close to my heart. Dartmoor is a place I love and the ponies that roam the moors have become very important to me. Numbers are dwindling fast, as the farmers don't want them anymore. There used to be thousands of ponies on Dartmoor, now there are probably just several hundred. The few that are left are bred for the dinner tables of France. Each autumn the best of the young stock are rounded up and sent to market where they sell for just a few pounds. Every year I take photos of all the ponies I have passed on my wilderness walks, and now I have built up quite a stock.
Today I popped up onto the moors to see a few more of them.
Today I popped up onto the moors to see a few more of them.