The girls and I knew without a doubt from the minute we read the sign mentioning the Dartmoor ponies grazing on the grounds that we were going to do all we could to find them.  In the end, that meant a lot of walking through field and forest, some of that carrying Abbie Rose piggy back. 

Finally the trail opened onto this rugged grassland, the prairie all red and bowing in the warm autumn wind. 

  Allen was the first to see them and redirected us off the beaten path and over to the pony pasture. 

It was worth every step.