Danish favorites revisited - Are you ready for your close-up?

As you can imagine, the area where the Wild Horses live, is completely fenced off. At the viewpoint where we were taking photographs, there is however a small gate that allows you to enter the pasture. There are of course a couple of rules:

1. You can’t take your pet with you.
2. You are not allowed to feed the horses.
3. You are obliged to keep a distance of 50 meters between you and the animals.

The Viking immediately decided not to enter the pasture. I had my doubts. How wild are these horses actually? I had read somewhere on the Internet that there is no such thing as “wild horses”. The right term apparently is “undomesticated horses”. But the question remained: how safe was it for me to enter the pasture? And that question became more important, since 3 horses had left the group and were moving towards me.

I decided to rely on my intuition. Besides, these wild horses are slightly bigger than a pony, they can’t bite or strangle me to death, they don’t have claws. But they can kick! Could or would they kick me to death? The Viking urged me to be careful and I entered the pasture.

Something in me said to move slowly towards the horses, so as not to scare or annoy them. It worked. I took many pictures, although I found it hard to keep the camera stable; I was trembling because I was so excited! I kept moving closer and closer; at some point I was only a couple of meters away from them… The Viking started to be worried about me… In the meantime, I had made eye-contact with one of the horses and then I felt the adrenaline in my body. Maybe it was time to retreat. Slowly, I went back to the gate.

When I was back with The Viking, I gave him a big hug. To be honest, I felt extremely happy! And lucky… A couple of minutes later, another couple entered the pasture and all the horses ran away…

Here are the other pictures!

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