Mother and daughter

Close to an embankment of the M25 is a scruffy field containing scruffy horses. I've passed by many times without giving them a thought, but today I saw that there were two foals so I stopped in the hope if a blip. The horses immediately came over thinking I had food, so they were close enough for some good pictures. I was never one of those horsey girls but daughter A was very keen, right from the time she went on a seaside donkey at the age of three. We were never able to give her a pony but she spent a lot of time at the local stables.
Back home I was gardening again but don't seem to have made much progress.