Hello, fellow equines, and welcome back to my blog! It’s Emma here, your trusty guide to all things horsey from the rolling hills of Hayfield, near Aberdeen, Scotland.
Today, we’re stepping back in time, to the year 0701. This year, the world seems to be basking in a quiet glow of prosperity, and for us horses, things couldn’t be better.
I’m 20 now, a seasoned grey draught mare with a flowing white mane and tail – if I may say so myself, quite striking! I’ve witnessed many seasons in my life, the rough and the smooth, but this year is certainly one for the record books.
You see, 0701 sees us playing a central role in human lives. We are the muscles that power the ploughs in the fields, the swift legs carrying dignitaries and merchants on the long, dusty roads, and the sturdy partners for farmers, carting heavy loads to market. We are a constant presence, our hooves drumming a familiar rhythm on the cobblestones and earthen pathways.
This year, the weather in the Scottish highlands has been a blessing. The winters were gentle, the rains came in moderation, and the summer sunshine bathed the fields in a golden light. This allowed for an abundant harvest of crops. It’s a good year for oats and barley, making for healthy horses and happy farmers!
A few weeks ago, I accompanied Farmer MacIntyre, my master, to the Aberdeen market. It was a sight to behold. Every stall overflowed with produce – plump apples, juicy pears, juicy plums, and so many other things. The smell alone could intoxicate you, especially if you had been on the road for a couple of days. There were sheep, too, bleating their songs and mingling with the cows mooing in the nearby field. This annual gathering was a reminder of how interconnected our lives are, as humans and animals.
But the market was not just for food. We were surrounded by skilled craftspeople, artisans, and merchants showcasing their goods. It's fascinating to observe the meticulous care they take in the preparation of their leather saddles, the precision with which blacksmiths shape the metal horseshoes, and the delicate weaving of hemp ropes. These are all tools of the trade, indispensable in ensuring our comfort and well-being. And to think, the craftsmanship extends even to our harness, adorned with intricately crafted leather pieces, beautifully dyed and ornamented, often reflecting the wealth and status of our owner. I wouldn’t want to be decked out in any old leather; this fine craftsmanship ensures a certain elegance.
As I stand on the sidelines, watching the bustling activity, I see many of my kin in various capacities. Young horses like myself, strong and eager, pull carts loaded with food, others carry messages, while veteran horses with their tired yet noble gait assist with farm chores. And then there are the majestic steeds – with their shiny coats, sculpted muscles, and an air of unyielding pride – carrying noblemen and warriors.
This reminds me of another important aspect of horse life. Not everyone owns horses. There are the less fortunate horses who toil away in the mines, working beneath the earth, carrying coal and other resources, their efforts contributing to the lives of so many. I cannot imagine a life without sunlight, without the gentle breeze against my mane, but these strong animals deserve our respect.
A special mention for those majestic stallions who are bred for racing. I remember watching the chariot races in Rome some years back. It’s a spectacle! These finely-tuned athletes, so sleek and agile, running at a speed that would make your heart race. The cheers of the crowd, the roar of the chariots, and the thrill of competition – it’s a feeling you can only truly experience. Though my role isn’t one of speed, I do marvel at their athleticism and the love with which their human companions nurture and train them.
Of course, there is the less glorious side of being a horse – the days spent pulling a heavy cart under the scorching sun, the occasional scrape from a carelessly placed branch, the aches and pains from the day’s work. But I remind myself, even in hardship, we have a role to play. Our strength is a vital contribution to the well-being of humankind. We provide transport, food, warmth, and entertainment – even the Romans saw the value of horses in warfare!
Despite the burdens of labour, our lives are filled with contentment. It's the feeling of the sun on our coat, the satisfaction of a day’s work done, the comfort of a well-earned feed, and the companionship of the other horses. There’s a simple joy in grazing in the green meadows, the soft earth under our hooves, the rhythm of our breath. These are the simple pleasures of life, the moments we live for.
We, the horses of 0701, stand shoulder-to-shoulder with humankind. We are the strength that supports them, the power that enables them, the silent partners in their ventures. And, of course, we bring a bit of joy into their lives – maybe even some playful whinnies and pawing at the ground to lighten the day!
As we gallop forward into the future, we are confident in our vital role. It's a world that has grown, developed, and blossomed, and we, the horses, stand steadfast, continuing to serve, continuing to love, and continuing to add a little bit of magic to life's grand tapestry. Until next time, my dear friends, may your oats be plentiful, your coats be glossy, and your hooves never tire!
