Ducky, my traditional Shetland. She's been out all winter, hasn't worn a saddle since September. I recently had to treat the whole lot for lice, once she started moulting she itched her face raw. 
she's still a bit patchy, but its growing back. We dragged her in today, plonked on her felt pad and bridle, chucked the wee boy on top and off we went.
She pricked up her ears and pottered on happily. We went down a new track, through some woods, all on our own, she crossed two streams and ambled over a fallen tree. We went up, we went down. Not once did she stop, spook at the gale blowing outside or stumble, she stepped daintily through the streams and over the log. Her lovely wee rider is a tiny bit wobbly and she just was an absolute saint! It was beautiful ambling through the bluebells, and her rider said "it's sooo exciting, it's like being on an adventure!" 
I absolutely adore my big girl! 