Picture the scene,if you will.The mist is rising from the Church Stretton side,spilling over the top of The Long Mynd.The sun is up but only able to peer through the mists,sometimes in a hazy fashion.I'm alone,with just an occasional sheep bleating.I turn around to find there are two ponies, ghost-like, appeared out of the mist.I observed them for several minutes,then they were gone,as silently as they had arrived.