Hayfield, near Aberdeen, Scotland - 1st of January, 222 AD
Good morrow, dear readers! Emma here, your friendly grey mare from the Highlands. Today, as the sun rises on a new year, I'm reflecting on the remarkable history of our equine kin and where we stand in this great, galloping world. And what better way to do so than by writing about the events of the year 222!
This year marks a fascinating time in equine history. Although we haven't quite stepped into the annals of the great Roman Empire, its shadow looms large over our world. And oh, what a shadow it is! A grand, imposing presence, full of both awe and uncertainty. You see, Rome has been growing steadily, its legions conquering far and wide.
It’s not all bad, you understand. From what I gather from the traveling merchants who pass through Hayfield, their horses have seen parts of the world we can only dream of, places with warm sun, plentiful grapes, and cities bustling with life! But we hear whispers of great wars, battles so vast they darken the skies with their dust. I must admit, the tales of their magnificent war horses make me long to run alongside such noble steeds.
Speaking of battles, my friend Barley, a sturdy bay gelding who hails from the south, shared some news just yesterday. He heard from a group of traders heading south, towards the Roman Empire. Apparently, they mentioned an amazing sight: a powerful Roman legion crossing a river, accompanied by a magnificent team of horses pulling their supplies! These mighty chargers, they say, were a sight to behold. It seems our brethren in the south are enjoying a place of great importance.
Here in Hayfield, our life is quite different. Our work is hard but honest, tending the fields and hauling crops. We are vital to the prosperity of our local communities, pulling the heavy plows that turn the rich Scottish soil. There’s a real sense of community amongst us here in Hayfield. Every horse has its role to play.
A beautiful mare called Willow, just my age, often stops by for a chat. She pulls the miller's cart, ferrying grain to the local mill for making delicious breads. She's a real hard worker, that Willow, with an indomitable spirit.
And then there's the sturdy Shire stallion, Jasper, who pulls the baker's cart. He’s the gentle giant, a favourite with everyone in the village, particularly the children, who love to pat his enormous nose. You'd never know he was the muscle that keeps everyone fed!
We are not all bound to farm work, you know. Several horses in the village have been trained to ride, often pulling carriages or serving as scouts for the local lord. They seem to be the epitome of agility and elegance, their riders adorned with splendid gear. I dream of the day when I might be chosen for such work, to explore the wide open spaces of the Highlands.
However, most of our lives are simple, centred on the rhythm of the seasons and the endless work of the land. But simple doesn't mean insignificant. We horses are a part of the very fabric of our communities.
Our foals are growing strong, learning to stand and play. A young colt called Skye is developing quite a playful personality! His constant antics keep the mares and older stallions entertained. His future holds such potential. Perhaps he'll be a majestic riding horse, or maybe even pull a fine cart.
But let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. Life is about learning, growing, and being the best we can be, for ourselves and our communities. After all, we horses are the very foundation of many a village and family.
Speaking of families, have you seen the beautiful newborn foal by the farm just outside of Hayfield? They say he was born under the star of prosperity. A silver grey colt with the markings of a champion, just like me! He is a reminder that our breed endures, passing our strength and spirit down through generations.
And as I watch the sun paint the sky with its warm colours, I find myself full of hope. We live in uncertain times, it's true, but these are also times of growth. The world is changing, expanding, and we, the horses, are right at the heart of it. The year 222 will forever be etched in the memories of our kind, not just for the happenings in distant lands, but for the spirit that binds us all – a spirit of resilience, dedication, and, most of all, a love for the simple pleasures of life, the taste of sweet grass, the companionship of fellow steeds, and the warmth of the sun on our coats.
Until next time, dear readers, remember to look up at the stars and remember the bond we share, a bond that goes far beyond borders and languages, uniting us as a powerful force in this grand world.
Yours in hoof and heart,
Emma
