Greetings from Hayfield, dear readers!
Emma here, a grey mare of twenty summers with a flowing white mane and tail. As always, I'm excited to share my musings about the history of our kind, focusing on the fascinating year 0622. Now, you might be thinking, "Why this particular year, Emma?" Well, dear friends, it's all about change. Change in the world, yes, but even more importantly, change in the world of horses!
The World Beyond Hayfield
Now, as a working horse in Hayfield near Aberdeen, my view of the world is necessarily quite limited. My days are filled with pulling ploughs, carting grain, and hauling hay - all necessary tasks to keep this little village running. But every so often, whispers and rumors filter in from travellers, passing through with their wares. This year, there's been a palpable shift in those whispers, something buzzing in the air about this year 0622.
Apparently, far beyond the rolling hills of Scotland, in a place called the Arabian Peninsula, a man named Muhammad has been preaching a new message. He talks of one God, and about leaving behind old traditions and turning towards a new way of life. His words have caught fire, and many people are drawn to this new message, even migrating far and wide to spread the word.
Now, as you know, horses are essential to travel and communication. This new movement relies on our strong backs and unwavering spirit, carrying both the message and its followers across lands. Who knows, perhaps these travels will bring about further changes, affecting even the simple life we lead here in Hayfield.
Life Among the Hayfield Horses
But before we get too carried away with big-world talk, let's focus on the horses right here in our little corner of the world.
This year has been particularly bountiful for our meadows. The lush grasses, ripe with goodness, provide an abundance of feed for us working horses. The sweet scents of clover and wildflower make each mouthful a delightful experience. Even my old friend, Angus, the blacksmith's workhorse, has gained a few extra pounds, much to his chagrin, I suspect.
Our master, Angus McCloud, is a kind soul who ensures our comfort and well-being. He always makes sure we have ample feed, fresh water, and a comfortable place to rest. Sometimes, on warm summer evenings, we even get to graze in the nearby meadows, enjoying the gentle breeze and the company of the sheep and cattle.
Training, Tradition and the Importance of a Strong Spirit
For a young filly like me, this year is all about learning and training. I spend my mornings under the watchful eyes of my mother, a seasoned mare named Rosie. She patiently guides me in the art of harnessing and carting.
It's not all hard work, though. I do get my share of frolicking in the fields, enjoying a playful gallop with my younger brother, Toby. He’s full of mischief, but a loyal friend, and always there to lend a helping hoof in a tight spot.
While our life in Hayfield is grounded in tradition, change is always on the horizon. The old ways of using horses, with harnesses and carts, remain central to our daily lives. Yet, with whispers of the new world outside our borders, I wonder if the future holds new paths for us.
The Unsung Heroes - The Mare's Perspective
One thing is for sure, despite the changes happening in the world, our spirit remains steadfast. We, the horses, continue to serve humanity, offering our strength, loyalty, and resilience. Whether pulling ploughs, carrying burdens, or aiding in trade, we are a crucial part of life, even in these times of upheaval.
However, even a proud grey mare like myself must admit, the world of horses isn’t all sunshine and meadows.
Our journeys are often long and arduous. The heavy carts and plows put immense strain on our muscles and joints. We often face harsh weather, enduring scorching sun, biting cold, and torrential downpours. The exhaustion we feel after a day of work is a familiar ache.
But still, we endure. Our hearts beat with a love for this land, for the work we do, and for the companionship we share with humans and fellow horses.
A Shared Hope for the Future
We stand at a precipice of history. While the whispers of the outside world echo with promises of change, we remain steadfast in our roles, holding true to our strength, our spirit, and our commitment to a life well lived.
We look to the future, hopeful that our journey continues with honor and respect. We are, after all, the Unsung Heroes.
And as for me, dear readers, I am content. Content in my role, in my life, and in the quiet peace of Hayfield.
Until next time, dear friends, keep your hooves strong and your hearts light. And remember, a mare can always use a good rub down!
Emma, Grey Draught Mare
Hayfield, Scotland
