History of Horses in the year 1119

Greetings, fellow equines and friends of the horse! Emma here, a proud grey draught mare from the rolling hills of Hayfield, near Aberdeen, Scotland. It’s a lovely day here in the Scottish Highlands. The sun is painting the sky with shades of gold and the wind whispers secrets through the fields of barley.

As a twenty-year-old, I’ve lived through a fair share of seasons, seen my fair share of changes, and felt the shift of times, as they say. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Every year has its unique charm, a unique tale to tell, and this year, 1119, is no different. It’s been a year of steady, reliable progress, just like my strong hooves pounding the ground, ready to carry any load, anytime.

So, settle in, grab a fresh carrot, and let me take you on a journey through the world of horses, through the eyes of a horse, in the year 1119.

First, let me tell you a little about my own life. I belong to a bustling community of draught horses in Hayfield. My work is vital for the farmers, transporting goods, pulling ploughs, and carrying supplies to nearby villages. We’re the heart and soul of the community, tirelessly providing the backbone of our economy.

My favourite task is hauling goods from the farm to the local market in Aberdeen. It's quite a journey, passing through beautiful landscapes of rolling hills and babbling brooks. The rhythmic clinking of the cart wheels on the cobbled streets, the chatter of townsfolk, and the familiar faces at the market always make for a fulfilling day.

The market is an exciting place! You see all kinds of horses, each with their unique purpose, from swift warhorses used by the King’s men to graceful stallions used by wealthy nobles for pleasure. The stalls are full of wondrous wares, and the scent of fresh produce, leather, and spices is intoxicating. Sometimes, after delivering the farm’s goods, I even get a delicious barley cake from a kind stallkeeper.

This year has seen an increased demand for grain and produce, so we've been quite busy. The work is tough, but rewarding, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything!

While our world revolves around our local village and the market, our ears constantly perk up with news that drifts across the rolling fields, tales of horses and happenings in the larger world. This year, some particularly exciting whispers have reached Hayfield.

We all have heard about the grand battles across the sea, the Crusades. Stories are carried by travellers, whispers passed from mouth to mouth, and these stories often feature horses, valiant steeds that carry valiant knights on quests far and wide.

It is said that a vast army of horses crossed the Mediterranean Sea, their hooves drumming upon ships and their powerful muscles working tirelessly to reach lands of great danger and promise. These horses are said to be hardy, loyal, and fiercely protective of their riders. They carry the weight of battle, charging into the fray with courageous hearts.

Some say that many of these warhorses come from a land far, far away - a land of scorching sun and shimmering sand, where Arabian horses are prized for their endurance, swiftness, and fiery spirit. I imagine those horses with their flowing manes, their finely-chiselled features, their speed and elegance. It is hard to believe such creatures exist, yet the stories feel real, just like the scent of battle lingering in the air, as told by the returning warriors.

Closer to home, news whispers about the King and Queen, residing in their grand castle. Their stable houses the finest horses in the land - beautiful animals, meticulously groomed and trained for various tasks.

It is said that these royal steeds have unique markings, special saddles, and elaborate bits adorned with gems. The Queen's favourite horse, a white stallion with a flowing silver mane, is said to be a majestic creature, a true masterpiece. I imagine her riding this horse, grace flowing from each movement, and strength emanating from her regal form.

These horses embody wealth and power, reflecting the majestic presence of their noble masters. But while we might envy their luxury, we're quite content with our lives here, working hard for the community and enjoying our humble routines.

Speaking of humble routines, it's the workhorses who hold the key to this flourishing world, be it the sturdy draught horses of Hayfield or the powerful warhorses carrying valiant knights on a holy mission. Our hooves, strong and sure, make life possible in this vast kingdom. From carrying soldiers on dangerous adventures to pulling plows for harvest, we are the engines that power our lives, and this year is no different.

We may not be as adorned or celebrated as our warhorse cousins, nor as opulent as the horses of royalty. But we are strong, resilient, and always ready to lend a helping hoof. This is the life we embrace, this is the pride we wear, and this is the strength we possess.

Throughout the year, the world changes, but the world of horses continues its steadfast path, a blend of old and new, of familiar traditions and exciting innovations.

The most striking change in this year has been the use of new types of bridles and harnesses, made of stronger leather and iron. This technology is starting to reach even our humble Hayfield village. While our older farmers are wary of these "new-fangled" devices, younger farmers seem to welcome them. These harnesses offer better control and safety for the horse, and they allow for the movement of heavier loads. It's exciting to feel the evolution of our tools, reflecting the world’s relentless pursuit of progress.

But even with this exciting development, the heart of horse life remains firmly rooted in tradition. Every autumn, as the weather cools and the air grows crisp, the village comes together to celebrate the yearly Harvest Festival. During this festive event, we draught horses proudly carry colorful banners and adorned wagons, a sight that fills us with a sense of purpose and community. The celebrations last for days, filled with music, laughter, food, and joyful energy.

And who can forget the yearly “Horseshoe Race,” held during the summer? While our steady feet might not be built for speed, it’s always an amusing event. Watching the spirited younger horses compete in a race of speed and skill is always an exciting affair, showcasing the vitality and athleticism of the younger generations. The winners of the races receive special barley treats and receive great praise, but for us, it's all about enjoying the good company, the festive spirit, and the warmth of our community.

The world outside Hayfield might be a world of war, grand journeys, and dazzling royal displays. But our world is one of strength, endurance, and quiet pride, a life dedicated to hard work, unwavering loyalty, and enduring community.

The year 1119 will soon fade into history, but our life as horses will continue, as steady and unwavering as ever. We will continue to pull the plows, carry the burdens, and bring the warmth of companionship and unwavering strength to our world. This is our story, our truth, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Until next time, fellow equines! May your days be filled with rich pasture, gentle breezes, and the loving companionship of those around you.

*Sincerely, *

Emma