You can often see horses, roaming wild in the Preselis around Dinas. They seem to be quite friendly and may come close to you if you stop for a rest while out walking.
I remember, as a child, being encouraged to sit on what appeared to be a very docile horse from the mountain. The horse had acquired a name so maybe an owner also. Anyway ‘Boyo’ was patient while I was helped up and as soon as I was firmly up high, out of my father’s reach, the horse took off with no warning and tremendous acceleration. I had the presence of mind to crouch down when we sped under a low branch and then my mind went blank and to be honest, I don’t remember how we managed to stop or how I got down. Since then I have occasionally sat on a horse, but only when a refusal would involve too much loss of face.