WHAT do you think of that pony?

It was a question my father in law asked me several years ago. We were looking at an old wild grey pony, no bigger than 12.2hh.

A pony which at first glance would have been dismissed by any show judge. But, knowing my father in law I knew this was a trick question.

Why did he point her out? So I took my time and watched a little longer.

The one thing that set her apart from her mates was her movement and her presence.

As she trotted round she floated and with her ears pricked and eyes alert she had purpose.

That old, wild, little grey mare bred several brilliant jumping ponies which went all the way to the top and competed at the Horse of the Year Show.

This week we found out that her granddaughter Cadland Autumn Promise, by Warren Play-Away and out of Rushmoor Rose Bay has also qualified for HOYS after an amazing season jumping and showing.

I think sometimes we underestimate our little Forest mares. As I look at the foals on the Forest I often wonder what their future promises and what ribbons they will wear.

Forest-bred ponies, perhaps because of their early experiences are wonderful ponies to ride. Clever, sure footed and reliable with a real attitude, when you get them on your side they are deeply loyal companions.

The foals are becoming more independent now and the time is soon coming for them to leave the Forest and begin a new life as a riding pony. Because of the low numbers of stallions turned out, commoners keep most of the fillies as replacements for their Forest herd.

It is better for the foals to be weaned before the winter so that the mares have a chance to recover and so that the foals can begin their training and be fed better food, so that they grow into strong riding ponies.

Autumn has certainly arrived. The New Forest is truly wonderful at the moment.

At sunrise the mist hangs over the fields and lies in the valleys.

The garden is offering its last harvest of the summer. The fungi is starting to appear, let’s hope the no picking rules which were applied last year have put off the commercial pickers and that we can all enjoy looking at the colour and beauty of every toadstool we pass.

Lyndsey Stride

Commoning Family