Good afternoon, my fellow equines! It’s Emma here, from the windswept fields of Hayfield, near Aberdeen. As ever, I’m delighted to welcome you to another instalment of my equine adventures. Today, we're taking a journey back in time – way back to the year 0039!
I know what you’re thinking: 0039? That’s ancient history, Emma! But even in those distant times, horses held a special place in the world, and I’m sure you'll agree, it’s always interesting to reflect on our ancestors and their lives.
Now, 0039 wasn't a particularly exciting year in the grand scheme of things, but let me assure you, life was full of routine and hard work, which, as you all know, are essential for every horse. Back then, there wasn't the dazzling array of horse breeds we see today, just strong, robust steeds like myself – mainly working horses and those bred for warfare.
Life on the Farm
My day began at the break of dawn, with the crow of a rooster, which was much louder then than it is now, thank heavens! It was time for a quick nibble of hay and a gentle groom before I was harnessed to the plough.
Farming life in those days wasn't a stroll through the meadows. I can only imagine the frustration of a rusty, iron plough! Pulling heavy plows was our daily routine, a real test of our strength and stamina. However, the land always rewarded us with rich crops of barley and wheat, which in turn provided for our human companions, keeping their bellies full and their families fed.
The field hands – those sturdy lads with sunburnt faces and calloused hands – were gentle with me, and we formed a kind of unspoken bond, built on trust and mutual understanding. Though some, particularly those young and enthusiastic, couldn’t understand my stubborn refusal to move when a fly was biting! Oh, the joys of being a draught horse…
A Family Affair
Of course, work wasn't everything. I’ve always had a soft spot for youngsters. I vividly remember my friend Penelope, a beautiful chestnut mare who was expecting her first foal. It was a privilege to watch over her during those precious months and later help her tend to her newborn colt, who was, much to his mother's delight, as boisterous as could be! The bonds within our herd were strong, woven from shared hardships, shared joy, and of course, a shared love of grass!
Beyond the Farm
But it wasn't all about tilling the soil. Some of our brethren were chosen to serve the army, standing tall and strong amongst the soldiers. I remember my uncle, Samson, who stood with the emperor's forces, his mane and tail fluttering with pride. While my role was grounded in the land, it warmed my heart to hear stories about how he helped carry soldiers to battle and bring supplies to the frontline. The courage of these warriors filled me with a sense of respect, even awe.
Horse Whisperers and Mysticism
Those were simpler times, before the grand horse shows, the elaborate stables, and the refined training techniques that are common today. Our understanding of horses was based on a keen observation of their behaviour and their strength, guided by the whispers of the wind and the rhythms of the natural world. We were symbols of power and resilience, creatures revered for our connection to the earth. Some even saw horses as embodiments of spirit and held us in near-religious veneration, and I have to admit, being so closely connected to nature, to feel the wind in your mane, the warmth of the sun, and the sting of a hailstorm – well, it makes you feel a kinship with the world in a very real way.
Lessons From The Past
Now, let’s take a step back and consider what we can glean from these days long gone. There’s a deep appreciation for simplicity, for the hard work, the unwavering bonds of friendship, and the importance of family, of those close-knit communities of humans and horses who lived in harmony, reliant on each other. I’m not saying we should strive for a life exactly like those who lived before – times change, after all.
However, the spirit of 0039 can serve as a reminder to always respect the land that nourishes us, the humans who cherish us, and the power of kinship, that deep sense of connection we share with those around us. This spirit echoes through the centuries, whispering secrets from our past and urging us to find that harmony again.
And so, as we step out of 0039 and back into the present, I hope we all find a little more of this spirit in our own equine lives. I'll be back next week with another tale, another glimpse into history.
Until then, may your grass be green and your stalls be warm, my friends!
Emma
Note: For ease of reading, the historical information has been somewhat simplified, and some information might not be factually accurate as written accounts of equine life in this era are limited and varied.
