We are currently staying on Holmsley campsite in the New Forest. It used to be an airfield during the war. We have pitched our caravan where the aeroplanes used to park. The New Forest is near the south coast of England and around 5,000 ponies and foals live there wild and free. Some of the ponies are owned by the villagers who have permits so that they can let the horses roam on this area.
When we were trying to get onto the campsite there were around 20 ponies, foals and horses blocking the road. As we tried to drive past – slowly – they started licking the bonnet, daddy swished the windscreen wipers on and they backed away. One of the horses turned around and we saw its bottom. After about 10 minutes of trying to get through, the horses finally budged. I was quite scared that we were going to hit the ponies but we didn’t.
On the way to the campsite I saw a foal lying on the tarmac. The foal had mud all over it so I could see it breathing. I was very worried about it and told mum and dad, but when we drove past the foal I saw its eyes were open and thankfully it was alive. I think the foal was probably just sunbathing.
The horses, ponies and foals are not scruffy and thin, they are actually beautiful and majestic. They have shiny coats and are very healthy, as all they do is eat nutritious grass and block the campsite entrance! To stop the horses coming in the campsite, they had to put in a cattle grid. To be honest with you, I would have liked it if the horses were allowed to come into the campsite because I LOVE horses!