If they sold them in America I would buy one in a heartbeat. On the other hand, it'd get squished by a Ford Incursion in a heartbeat.
Still. Zippy zoom!
Anyway, I stopped in the New Forest, for a walk, and a good thing I did it before the rain started thumping down. I tramped up the heath and saw the New Forest ponies.
Gorse is very much taller than I thought it might be. And greener. Also, it has prettier flowers. And reminds me of tamarisk, though they are nothing alike except in being tall and green. Something about the way the gorse moves in the wind. Tamarisk is very feathery. And gorse is not. But they toss kind of the same when the wind hits them.
So I saw, oh, lots (~6-8) bay ponies, and a sorrel and a blue roan and a very preggers piebald. (So preggers you could see her hide between the hair at the back of her belly) And a nearly-black who kept thinking that maybe if she came over to me she would get her face scratched, but wasn't sure enough of my intentions. They're much chubbier than Nevada wild horses, which are lean and small, like racing greyhounds. (Not small as greyhounds; small, like greyhounds in comparison to larger dog breeds. Sheesh.) The ponies are short, but stocky and heavily built.
I can't believe they eat the gorse. I just touched it and it drew blood. And I mean, Nevada's wild burrows eat mesquite, but this is some powerful stuff.
I tried some, in solidarity.
It was bitter.