Hello there, fellow equines! Emma here, a proud grey draught mare with a splash of white in my mane and tail, reporting live from my lovely stable in Hayfield, just a stone’s throw from Aberdeen in Scotland. It’s the year 0126 AD and, let me tell you, things are looking good for us horses!
Now, some of you might be thinking, “0126? Surely that’s way too long ago! What could possibly be going on in the world of horses back then?” But trust me, my friends, the world of horses in the 3rd century is just as exciting, albeit a bit different, as the modern world.
Here in Scotland, the land is vast and rugged. The air is fresh and crisp, with the scent of heather and wild gorse always lingering. We're a hardy bunch of horses, and our strength is essential to life. Farmers depend on us for ploughing their fields, pulling heavy loads of wood and crops, and transporting goods and people over rough terrain.
Just last week, I was assisting Farmer MacDonald with the spring planting. The air was thick with the smell of freshly turned soil, and the warmth of the sun felt wonderful against my coat. The ground was soft, and I enjoyed the gentle sway of the plough as it sank deep, readying the earth for new life. We’ve just had a bit of rain, which is good for the crops and will give our fields a fresh green hue in a week or two. It's hard work, yes, but the satisfaction of seeing the land yield bounty makes it worthwhile.
Speaking of work, my friend, Thomas, the blacksmith's sturdy chestnut gelding, was busy the other day. His blacksmith master is the strongest man in all of Hayfield. His powerful arms hammered a gleaming horseshoe for a young colt named Jack, who had just sprouted his first set of shoes. Jack’s a feisty fellow with boundless energy, and those shoes are much needed to protect his tender hooves. The blacksmith’s trade is crucial in our world, ensuring that we can safely carry out our tasks.
Yesterday, I was surprised by a news update, carried by a young, handsome stallion with an air of intelligence about him. Apparently, there's a grand celebration happening in the Roman city of York. A prestigious chariot racing event, you see, featuring steeds from all over the empire. The crowd will be roaring, the air thick with the thrill of the race!
Of course, I am too valuable to my master to be risked in a race. My job here in Hayfield is just as important! I am a farm horse, dedicated to providing sustenance and aiding our human companions. They depend on us to be strong and sturdy, willing and reliable.
Yet, a part of me wishes I could have experienced that thrilling competition. It’s not just about winning, it’s about showing our strength, our agility, our connection with the humans who train and nurture us.
Don't get me wrong, I love my life here in Hayfield. We horses are vital to life in this remote corner of the world. We are the silent heroes of daily life, working hard to feed our families and bring happiness to our communities.
However, sometimes, a mare needs to dream! So, with a hopeful heart and a spirited neigh, I will follow the adventures of my Roman cousins in my dreams tonight.
And what of our other equestrian comrades around the world? Well, that’s the beauty of our existence: we’re connected to each other. We are not alone in our pursuits and duties. In these quiet and hardworking times, we bring a strength to our communities, no matter where we live.
We are horses, strong, intelligent, and ever loyal.
I’ll be back next week with more stories from Hayfield and beyond. Stay well, friends!
Until next time,
Emma
