Neigh-igh everyone!
Emma here, your resident Hayfield Draught from the rolling hills near Aberdeen. It’s been a busy year in 840 AD, and you wouldn’t believe what I’ve been up to! Today I want to take you back in time and share some of the experiences that have shaped life as a working horse in the early medieval era.
Let's dive into my journal!
The Days of My Youth:
840 was a year of growth and discovery for me. Being a mare born and raised in Hayfield, I've always had a keen appreciation for the land and its bounty. As a youngster, my days were filled with the delights of childhood. My days would begin with grazing in the pastures beside the River Dee. The sunrises here are truly breathtaking – the mist swirling over the green hills, the birds chirping their cheerful good morning songs… the peace and tranquility truly fills your heart with joy.
The other youngsters in the paddock – Clover, Chestnut, and young Paddy - and I would play hide and seek amongst the long grass, rolling in the sweet-smelling clover and chasing butterflies. We'd spend hours learning from the elders about the different herbs that grew in the meadows, which ones were safe to eat, and which were best left alone.
I still remember how exciting it was when we finally started our formal training! A kindly old farmer, Angus, taught us about harness and how to pull carts. I always loved learning new things and feeling a part of something bigger.
Work and The Everyday
As I matured, it became time for me to earn my keep. While my work wasn’t always glamorous, I was proud to be a vital part of life in the Scottish countryside. Hayfield had a steady routine – we worked hard, played harder, and took comfort in the familiar rhythms of our days. The farm was the hub of our lives – it was our shelter, our playground, and the foundation of our existence.
Our mornings would start before dawn – I'd be harnessed up with my stable mate, Daisy, pulling the farm cart to the fields for ploughing. The crisp air carried the scent of the earth, the rooster crowing in the distance… a truly exhilarating way to begin the day! The earth gave us sustenance – the harvests were plentiful – a gift for which we were always grateful.
Midday brought a respite in the shade of a grand old oak, sharing the freshest hay and oatcakes with Daisy. As she munched happily beside me, we would share stories of the village life - whispers of a far-off Viking invasion on the coast, the arrival of a travelling bard with enchanting stories, and the exciting prospect of the village harvest festival.
Afternoons were usually filled with hauling heavy loads to and from the village market. The lively atmosphere of the market, with all its colours and sounds, was quite stimulating. We’d often deliver fresh produce and meet up with our brethren – sturdy packhorses, graceful ponies, and strong oxen who would travel from far and wide to participate in this weekly trade.
It was a wonderful community – a diverse group united by our common purpose, a love of the land, and our passion for work. We helped farmers deliver their wares, ensured provisions were delivered to the local church, and even contributed to moving valuable goods along trade routes – often to the bustling port city of Aberdeen.
Feasts and Festivities
Now, no matter how hard we work, horses always find time for fun! And 840 saw quite a lot of festive activity. One of my favorite times of the year is the summer festival. You see, it's not just about food and drinks; it's about honouring the spirit of our land, the animals, and the community that keeps it alive!
There would be vibrant games – everyone would get involved – horses and humans alike. We would race across the fields, showcasing our strength and speed. Then, there were contests for agility, the winner getting adorned with a beautiful handwoven garland – quite an honour, indeed.
I do enjoy these events, but they bring with them their share of danger. Sometimes, young horses like Clover would get overexcited, and we had to ensure she didn't lose her way in the chaos. There would be a certain amount of confusion when the children would gather around the field, so it's a constant reminder to watch out for our young ones!
A Special Time
You know, while this year hasn't been filled with dramatic, earth-shattering events, it has been a time of growth, discovery, and fulfillment. My life might seem simple – but it's the quiet, everyday things that have always made me happiest.
These small acts of dedication, the bond we build with the land, and the loyalty we show to our people… they truly give meaning to life as a horse in 840 AD!
And with that, I’ll let you go for now. Until next time, neigh-igh away, friends! May you all have a week filled with adventure and kindness.
P.S. Remember to visit my dear friend, Blossom’s, blog at www.equiworld.org for insights into the life of a Welsh Pony! She's also got a wonderful post on the importance of horses in transport across the Viking-ridden coasts!
