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Where the ponies run free

Every morning I'd look out my window, to the ponies playing in the field. For lovers of My Little Pony etc this was the ideal setting... "wild" ponies frolicking amongst the yellow flowers...

Ponies love to play in fields with soft yellow flowers...

The ponies - planning on which corner to stand in next

Hmmm - how about here?

More view of the ponies play-pen. Also in the image (although very small) was my window - its on the left hand side of the picture, there are three trees sticking out of the houses, look towards the second tree from the left. If you look really close (you might think you're imagining it - you're not), there is a window with blue paint on the edges. This was my window!

Also in this picture, the hill in the back ground - 315 stairs to the top of that one, but I'll tell you all about that later...

If I was walking to the Common via West Street, and I turned around to look from where I came, this is what I'd see!


To explain how the open pieces of land are divided is a bit confusing. But basically, this piece of land can be used by any of the villagers, they can keep their ponies here for free. A long time ago the land was 'given' to the people, so if you live here, you too can have a frolicking pony!

From the Middle Halves you can get to the Common - I'll show you that later!


Lucky

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