I was walking with friends and pointed out a field just across the way informing them that it was once the location of a local film-maker's most embarrassing shoot. Peter Sealy, the well-known postman-come-wildlife-cinematographer, was panning his camera along the distant hedgerow near Birches Corner when he did what can only be described as a double take. Pete once showed me the footage that he dare not use in his popular film-shows - the smooth pan jerks suddenly back and zooms into a wildlife scene of x-rated content. The camera is then switched off, but not before we catch a glimpse of the normally private mating act of two naked Homo sapiens.
It was far too draughty for such things the day we were there, but the sun was out and the chill wind was keeping the atmosphere swept clean and clear, so we meandered due south to the very top of Cothelstone Hill.
Here we met the 14 purebred Exmoor Ponies, which the Quantock Rangers have imported in an effort to keep the hill clear of the inevitable scrub that begins to choke such places if they're not regularly grazed.
"We bought them in seven years ago as an experiment, but it worked so well it's got way beyond experimental stage now," says Quantock Ranger Andy Harris. "We wanted to keep the hill clear not only so that people could have access to the area and enjoy the incredible views, but also for birds like skylarks, redstarts, stonechats and yellowhammers as well as other creatures such as snakes.
"The point was that we couldn't use sheep as this is a place where people like to come with their dogs," he added. "The ponies keep themselves to themselves and don't take much notice. We don't run them with a stallion though as it might cause problems with the people who ride their horses here."
I am a great admirer of the Exmoor Pony, which is reckoned to be the closest thing we've got to the original wild-horse, and I love to see them roaming free on Westcountry moors. This herd looked every bit as indigenous and happy here on the Quantocks as their cousins do on Winsford and Withypool Commons in the heart of Exmoor.
We found the ponies at the very top of the hill where there's a ring of beech trees called the Seven Sisters. There are six sisters left since one was toppled in a gale, and I happen to be all at sixes and sevens about the origin of the name. My guess is that they or their predecessors were originally named in honour of the seven daughters of Sir Matthew de Stawell who ruled the roost around here way back in the 14th century.