Hello fellow horse enthusiasts!
It's Emma here, your favourite grey mare from the rolling hills of Hayfield, near Aberdeen, Scotland. Today, I'm stepping back in time to 872 AD – the year I was born. This year, the world of horses was vibrant and filled with activity, a world I was privileged to be a part of.
I can't say my first year of life was overly remarkable. I spent most of my days with my dam, exploring the lush green pastures and meadows of Hayfield. The fresh Scottish air, the sound of the nearby river burbling, the sweet scent of wild heather – I was truly in equine paradise! My coat was a beautiful silver-grey, with a flowing white mane and tail. Every day was a joy as I frolicked and played with the other foals. We'd kick up our heels, race each other, and indulge in playful nips and nudges, creating a symphony of neighs and whinnies.
The adults in our herd were full of wisdom. The old grey mare, Elsie, was our matriarch, always patient and understanding. She told stories of ancient times, when horses roamed freely across vast plains and mountains. It was from Elsie that I learned about the history of my breed, the mighty Draughts, renowned for their strength and loyalty. We weren't the graceful steeds of the knights in the legends, but we were the backbone of our communities.
By autumn, my coat was thick and lustrous, my hooves strong and firm. I felt the first twinge of excitement, a yearning for a purpose beyond frolicking. The other yearlings had begun their training, and I yearned to join them.
The autumn air, crisp and invigorating, carried whispers of approaching winter. Farmers throughout the region were preparing for the cold season, gathering harvests, and tending to their flocks. Our lives were deeply intertwined with the human world. We, the horses, were vital to their well-being, our strength providing the backbone of their livelihood.
872 – A Year of Change:
It was around this time that our human companions began speaking of the coming Viking raids. The tales of these formidable warriors were whispered in hushed tones – the fearless pirates from the North, with their strong ships and even stronger steeds. Fear and apprehension settled like a fog over our community, casting long shadows on our sunny meadows.
However, the Viking incursions didn't deter the annual sheep shearing festivities. The rhythmic clip-clop of shears on wool mingled with the cheerful calls of the farmers. We, the horses, were instrumental, patiently pulling carts laden with fleece, carrying baskets of food for the shearers, and keeping a watchful eye over the restless sheep.
As the icy fingers of winter closed in, we began our preparations for the coming snow. The human children would gather twigs and leaves, building makeshift shelters for the weaker animals. Their young hands worked diligently, their smiles full of innocence, unaware of the hardships winter could bring.
The nights were long, and the howling winds whispered chilling tales. I remember Elsie saying, "In these times, we need each other – humans and horses. We need to stand strong together." Her words were comforting, reminding me that we were not just beasts of burden but companions, family.
Horses Throughout the World in 872:
As I snuggle in my straw bed, remembering my early life in Hayfield, my mind drifts to the horses throughout the world in 872.
Across the turbulent North Sea, in the lands of the Vikings, the warhorses stood tall and proud, their muscular bodies and sharp hooves ready for battle. These magnificent animals were more than steeds; they were the embodiment of bravery, strength, and honour. They rode alongside their warriors, conquering lands, building empires.
Further east, in the heart of Europe, the horses of the Frankish kingdom galloped across rolling plains, pulling chariots and wagons. These robust animals carried merchants and artisans across the vast continent, driving trade and spreading knowledge. They played an integral part in a world in constant movement and transformation.
On the other side of the world, in the lands of the Tang Dynasty in China, magnificent horses galloped across vast steppes, carrying riders in intricate silks and elegant embroidered saddle cloths. These animals were a symbol of grace and refinement, embodying the elegance and artistry of the Tang era.
From the rolling hills of Scotland to the plains of China, from the frigid lands of the Vikings to the bustling trade routes of Europe, horses held an undeniable presence in 872. They were partners, protectors, and allies, their hooves carrying us through history.
As the first light of dawn washes across Hayfield, the rhythmic whinny of a foal cuts through the stillness. A new day has begun. I look forward to this new chapter of my life, embracing the journey with all its challenges and joys, forever thankful for the legacy passed on by the horses who came before me.
Join me again soon for another adventure through the world of horses! You can follow my journey on my blog, www.equiworld.org, and let's gallop through history together!
Until then, Happy Trails!
Emma
