Greetings, fellow equines and lovers of all things horsey!
Emma here, a grey draught mare with a mane and tail as white as freshly fallen snow, writing to you from my cozy stable in Hayfield, near Aberdeen, Scotland. As I stand here munching on my morning oats, my hooves tap rhythmically on the wood floor, keeping time with the distant sound of the blacksmith hammering metal. Today, though, I'm not thinking about oats or horseshoes. Today, I’m thinking about history – specifically, the year 1182.
It's All About the Year, Darlings
Now, 1182 wasn't exactly a year for exciting warhorses like those famed in song and legend, charging across battlefields with banners flying. For us working horses, the world continued much as it had before - hard work, providing for our humans, and yes, enjoying the occasional scratch behind the ears. But as always, the year was full of little moments, whispered news, and shifting tides in the world of equines. And let me tell you, darlings, it's these little moments that add up to big change.
A Queen's Horses
Just the other day, our local groom, a strong and kind young man named Angus, told me about a woman called Eleanor of Aquitaine. He whispered this name, his eyes shining with a kind of awe. Now, I wouldn't say I understand the political ins and outs of humans, but the fact that he spoke of this Eleanor with such reverence must mean she was quite a woman, don't you think? It turns out she's the Queen Mother of England, and they say she's a champion of us horses. Her horses are apparently the most cared-for in the land, kept in stables fit for royalty, fed on the finest hay, and groomed by the best hands. That's something to make a mare dream, isn't it?
Angus told me she even had a special horse for hunting, a bay stallion with a spirit as fiery as its colour. Imagine, a horse whose only job is to race through the forest with the wind in its mane, following the thrill of the hunt! It makes you wonder what you're missing, right?
A Life in the Field
Back in our world, here in Scotland, the story is a bit different. Sure, we have some magnificent war horses, and others for pulling carriages, but the majority of us are working horses like me. We spend our days pulling plows across fields, hauling heavy loads of wood, and transporting goods from market to market.
Sometimes I get to graze in the lush green pastures, my strong legs carrying me over rolling hills, and sometimes I'm lucky enough to join a cart train heading for a nearby village, a new view to behold, the bustling atmosphere to experience. These moments are brief glimpses of adventure, little sparks of excitement in an otherwise mundane life. But even in our simple lives, there's a certain satisfaction to be found in a good day's work.
The Work That Connects Us
We're part of the backbone of life, darlings. Our muscles provide the power, our strength helps humans to build, grow, and thrive. Without us, the world would be a different place, I think, less lively, slower. That thought brings a gentle pride, a quiet sense of being needed. We horses are not mere animals. We're companions, partners, and, in a sense, almost friends.
Beyond the Horizon
And that brings me to the end of this week's blog. Like every good story, our own equine narrative continues to unfold. What exciting developments await us in the world of horses? I have no idea. What new stories will the future bring? We can only wait and see, but one thing's for sure, it'll be full of life, work, and yes, the occasional treat from a kind groom. Until next time, dear equines and horse lovers, stay curious, keep those hooves happy, and never lose sight of the amazing creature you are.
Yours truly,
Emma
A Grey Draught Mare from Hayfield, Scotland
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Chapter 2: The Wonders of the Forge
As I mentioned before, the forge near our stables is a place of constant activity. My nose is often glued to the stable window, watching with fascinated curiosity as the blacksmith, a stout man with arms like iron, works with glowing embers, ringing hammers, and sparks flying everywhere. The pungent smell of hot metal, a scent both earthy and invigorating, hangs in the air like a promise of power and strength.
To my mare's heart, the forge is a kind of magical place, almost like a mystical temple, filled with ancient rituals and ancient lore. Imagine: here, at this very spot, the horseshoe, that humble symbol of good fortune and safe travels, is forged! It's an amazing feat of craftsmanship, and each blow of the hammer, each spark that leaps from the hot iron, speaks of a different skill, a different artistry.
More Than Just Iron
Sometimes Angus joins me as I watch, sharing little stories and facts about this extraordinary craft. "Horseshoeing is not just about putting a shoe on a hoof, you see, Emma," he'd say, his deep voice softened as he looked out at me. "It's about ensuring a horse can do its work safely and comfortably."
He’d talk about different shoe shapes, some perfect for the smooth roads leading to nearby towns, while others with more intricate patterns helped horses pull the heavy ploughs through rough terrain. His explanations always left me filled with a profound appreciation for this work, so crucial for the health and well-being of all us horses.
The Bonds We Forge
One day, I witnessed a moment of quiet, beautiful bonding between a horse and its human. A young brown stallion named Finn had lost a shoe and had been brought in for a new one. He was usually a proud and spirited horse, but in the forge, his whole demeanor shifted. His eyes softened, a gentle curiosity replacing his usual alert watchfulness. The blacksmith was working with care, measuring the hoof, then shaping the hot shoe, and it was almost as if the two of them were communicating in a language only they could understand.
For a fleeting moment, all their differences - horse and human - seemed to melt away, and all that was left was the profound trust that bloomed between them. The way Finn rested his head on the blacksmith’s arm, a gesture both calming and trustful, was a stark contrast to his usual spirited ways. In that moment, I understood why horses, especially the older ones, seemed so trusting of the blacksmith. There’s a kind of special bond that forms there, forged in fire and tempered by the experience of mutual care and need.
And We Are All Connected
As Finn walked out of the forge, his hooves clattering rhythmically on the cobblestones, the blacksmith nodded his head in approval. The sun shone, turning the nearby river to gold, and for a moment, it felt as if even the birds were singing with joy for a good shoeing job well done. This quiet harmony between horses and humans, these moments of shared trust, and the understanding that blooms through shared experiences are all reminders that even the seemingly ordinary moments of our equine lives have meaning. We're more than just animals; we’re connected, weaving our own narrative into the greater tapestry of life, hoofbeat by hoofbeat, and I, for one, feel incredibly grateful to be a part of it.
More to Come
There’s more to share, so much more, about this incredible year of 1182 and all its wonders. But for now, I’ll leave you with a thought. Life is a journey, even for a humble mare, and it's these little details - a good horseshoe, a well-placed blanket, a kind groom - that make it special. Stay tuned, dear equines, and let’s celebrate all the things that make being a horse amazing!
Yours always,
Emma
A Grey Draught Mare from Hayfield, Scotland
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Chapter 3: The Journey Begins
The scent of crisp autumn air fills the stable. It's that time of year again - the leaves are turning shades of gold and red, and the days are getting shorter, casting long shadows across the rolling fields of Hayfield. It’s also the time of the year when we gather, horses and humans, and begin a journey unlike any other. The harvest has been gathered, the fields are prepped for the next planting season, and now it’s time to transport the year's bounty to distant markets, and that’s where we come in.
The Call of the Open Road
Every year, at the approach of the autumn equinox, a palpable excitement hangs in the air of our stable. The old hands whisper stories of faraway places, the young horses stomp impatiently, their hooves drumming a steady rhythm of anticipation. The annual journey is approaching - a chance to stretch our legs, experience the rhythm of the open road, and contribute to a grand tapestry of human need.
Preparing for Departure
The day before our journey, our usual peaceful routine is disrupted. The stables are buzzing with a vibrant energy. The air is filled with the gentle clatter of harnesses, the rhythmic sound of brushing, the clink of buckets filling with water, and a myriad of hushed conversations as preparations begin.
Angus, our groom, is bustling around, ensuring everything is ready, every strap in place, every bit of equipment checked. His hands move with a practiced ease, reflecting the years of experience spent tending to horses, guiding us on journeys, and anticipating our every need.
He's meticulous in his approach, and I've never seen him more excited, even with his normally reserved manner. There’s an anticipation that spreads from human to horse, a shared thrill that binds us together, a quiet acknowledgment that we’re part of something bigger than ourselves.
A Gathering of Fellow Travelers
On the morning of our departure, we assemble in the yard, a collection of horses strong and true, each with a personality as unique as our coats and a heart full of purpose. We have old and seasoned war horses, who stand tall with an air of confident dignity, as well as strong workhorses like myself, eager for the open road.
There are even a few spirited young colts, eyes bright and tailswishing with nervous excitement, but it’s the look of a kind heart that fills me with confidence for this year’s journey. And amidst all these varied breeds and temperaments, there is an unspoken harmony, a quiet understanding that we are all bound by a common thread - a desire to travel, to serve, to be a part of something that stretches beyond the boundaries of our individual lives.
A Wave of Farewell
We watch, hooves drumming on the ground, as our fellow humans wave goodbye to loved ones. I hear snippets of their conversations, tales of anticipation and whispers of good fortune for a prosperous journey. As the sun peeks through the clouds, the signal for departure is given.
With a soft whistle, Angus begins our journey. He guides us out of the familiar confines of Hayfield and onto the open road, the path beckoning us forward with a symphony of possibilities. As I walk with a spring in my step, feeling the wind brush my mane, a sense of freedom takes hold. It's a wonderful, indescribable sensation of purpose and excitement, all at once. And it’s the perfect reminder that even a grey draught mare with a white tail has the potential to be a part of something great, something bigger than herself.
A Journey is a Collection of Moments
But, our journeys aren't just about miles traversed, but rather, a series of unforgettable moments woven into a larger narrative. From watching the sunset paint the sky with breathtaking hues to encountering bustling market towns brimming with activity, every day is a new experience. There are times of quiet solitude, and there are times of roaring merriment. It’s in these contrasts that we discover beauty and the inherent joy of living, even in a world dedicated to hard work.
But Wait, There's More!
There is so much to share about our journeys. The stories of the people we encounter, the challenges we overcome, and the bonds we forge with those around us. We even face the occasional rogue storm, navigating through swirling snow and biting winds, and finding a camaraderie that strengthens our spirit.
And if you are willing to read, darlings, I shall continue sharing our story. But first, a little rest. Even an intrepid traveller like me needs her moments of stillness. But don't worry, my next blog post is brimming with exciting news, new stories, and captivating insights. I'll keep you all in the loop.
Yours in travel, adventures, and endless oatfields,
Emma
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