Greetings, fellow equestrians! It's Emma here, your trusty steed from the windswept highlands of Scotland. As we continue our journey through time, I'm delighted to bring you a glimpse into the life of a horse in the year 810 AD. I find it fascinating to share our equestrian history and reflect on the incredible connection humans and horses have always shared.
Today, I'm writing to you from my home in Hayfield, nestled just outside the bustling town of Aberdeen. You see, our world isn't filled with sleek cars and modern buildings - those are things that still seem like stories told by wandering bards! Life here is simpler, connected to the rhythm of the seasons and the natural world. And at the heart of that rhythm, of course, are us, the horses.
The first rays of the sun are just peeking over the rolling hills, casting long shadows across the dew-covered fields. A familiar warmth spreads through me, a feeling of contentment as I rise to my feet. As the first robin starts its song, I stretch my limbs, shaking the sleep from my coat, and take in the familiar scents of hay, heather, and fresh earth.
A Life of Labour:
My life, as you might expect from a strong grey mare, is dedicated to the task at hand. You see, in 810 AD, we horses are more than companions - we are the engines of trade, the heart of agriculture, and the sinews of travel. Every morning, I greet the dawn alongside the other members of our small farm community - our names are Ewan, the dappled brown gelding; Rowan, a sturdy, brown mare; and little Hazel, a frisky foal with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Together, we provide for our owners, the McLeod family. We haul plows across the fields, planting barley and oats, which feed our village throughout the year. We carry goods to nearby markets, and even journey to the faraway land of Ireland, bringing back tales of daring adventures and exotic wares.
My Special Day:
Now, each year, there is a special day that fills our hearts with anticipation: the annual market day in Aberdeen. This day is a celebration of trade and camaraderie. We pull the heavy carts laden with wool, flax, and other goods, and make the journey to the town centre, our hooves echoing across cobblestone streets. As the day unfolds, I witness the bustling scene - merchants bargaining for prices, farmers exchanging tales of their harvest, children marveling at the wares. My owner, a man called Angus, guides our journey. He shares the joy of the marketplace, and I sense the pride he has for the life we share.
But the true highlight of the day is the procession. Yes, every year, we gather in the town square to celebrate our connection with humanity, showcasing our strength and agility. You see, this is where the skill of the Highland horsemen comes to the fore. Each year, I look on in awe as Angus rides, demonstrating the intricate art of horsemanship. His hands are strong but gentle, his seat is balanced, and he navigates our dance with an ease born from years of partnership. The town's residents applaud our performance, chanting and cheering as we execute turns and maneuvers. In these moments, I feel an intense joy, a deep sense of connection with our community, and a profound respect for the skill of horse and rider.
Evening Whispers and Stories:
As evening descends, the rhythm of our lives settles once more. After our days of labor, we graze in the fields, content in the quiet hush of dusk. The cool night air rustles our manes and tails, and we enjoy the shared silence of a hard day's work. In these quiet hours, we often gather, and the older mares share their wisdom. I've learnt so much about ancient folklore, tales of battles and heroic feats of men riding to the aid of others, all passed down through generations of horses. I especially love the stories about the mythical creature we call 'Kelpie,' a creature of legend, with a mane of sea foam and the power to enchant sailors and bring them to their watery doom.
Echoes of the Past, A Look Ahead:
You see, the world we know is filled with the whispers of our history. Every day, I step across ancient Roman roads, the very pathways they used when they journeyed through Scotland, bringing their trade and their culture with them. I feel a connection to these echoes from the past.
Though life can sometimes be challenging, and our world can be unpredictable, there is a beauty and peace in simplicity. Our work connects us to nature and community in a way that few modern humans can comprehend.
The Future Holds Many Adventures:
As we travel the path of time, our role will undoubtedly evolve and adapt, but the bonds of trust and the powerful synergy between human and horse will remain constant. As the future unfolds, I will continue to share my story with you, recording the adventures of a horse in our changing world.
Until next time, stay connected to the pulse of history, embrace the wonder of our equine legacy, and remember the power of the human-horse bond!
Emma, Grey Draught Mare, Hayfield, Scotland
