This is Glæsir. The name means "Gorgeous". In my defence I will say that I was only 12 when I got him. He was my riding horse for many years and while he may not have been a show specimen, he was a smooth-gaited pacer who never trotted, which was good for my bad back.
He bonded strongly with my father's horse Skjóni, who was his stable-mate, and when Skjóni had to be put down he became grumpy and isolated within the herd. Eventually he was was put down as well, due to bad health.
From my collection of photos taken on film.