A Draught Mare's Life in the Scottish Highlands
Hello, everyone! Emma here, your friendly neighbourhood grey draught mare from Hayfield, near Aberdeen. It's time for another entry in my EquiWorld blog, and this time, we're taking a journey back to the year 1272. Let's saddle up and gallop through history together!
A Busy Year for a Hard-Working Mare
Ah, 1272… it was a bustling year, much like every year in those days! As a working horse in the Highlands of Scotland, I led a full and fulfilling life, brimming with purpose and hard work. My mornings always began before the sun peeked over the heather hills, with the familiar clacking of my harness as I was prepared for another day's toil.
The tasks were diverse, from hauling supplies and transporting goods to the nearest market town to assisting in the sowing of the precious barley and oats that would sustain us through the harsh winter. I was particularly good at pulling the heavy cart laden with peat, a chore essential for heating and cooking in those times. I might even have had the honour of being harnessed to a plow a few times! Though, let me tell you, it's much more pleasurable to gallop across a field than to be chained to a sturdy oak stick for hours on end.
Life in the Highlands
Hayfield was a bustling little place, a thriving community nestled in the shadow of the Cairngorm mountains. The villagers relied heavily on us horses. They needed us for transport, for agriculture, and even for pulling their own carriages to church on Sundays. In return, we were well-fed, with a hearty mix of oats, barley, and fresh meadow grass. Plus, a good grooming session after a long day's work was always a welcome treat!
A Day at the Races
Even though most of my days were filled with hard work, 1272 had a few notable moments. You see, our Highland ponies had gained a reputation for their strength and speed. Now, some folks might tell you that we draught horses are built for brawn and not necessarily for speed, but let me tell you, we know how to move with purpose! The annual Highland Games in nearby Inverurie was a sight to behold. We’d watch our smaller kin compete in a flurry of hooves and dust, their bodies and souls filled with the thrill of the race.
Now, while I've never participated in the games myself (imagine this old girl sprinting around a track!), I do find the whole atmosphere exhilarating. And of course, a good feast of fresh berries and roasted potatoes always awaited us on the sidelines – a well-deserved treat for watching our brave fellow horses do what they do best!
Tales from the Court
News of the world beyond Hayfield reached us through our human companions. They'd speak of the happenings at the royal court of King Alexander III, whose castle was in Edinburgh. Apparently, 1272 saw a grand celebration for his grandson, who was later to become King John Balliol, inheriting the throne after a rather eventful period. It’s good to know that our future king is so strong and healthy!
Our Role in Shaping History
You know, being a horse in the 13th century wasn't just about pulling carts or racing in the Games. It was about playing a key role in the everyday life of people. We were integral to their livelihoods, their ability to connect with others, and even their social events. We were, in essence, their partners, their companions, their muscle. I am proud of our contributions to this fascinating and sometimes-challenging era.
From My Stall to EquiWorld
Looking back, the life of a working horse in 1272 might seem challenging and even demanding, but it was truly a fulfilling life. Every sunrise was a chance for a new adventure, every journey an opportunity for growth, every gallop a celebration of freedom and strength. And I wouldn't trade my life for anything.
I’ve enjoyed sharing a glimpse into my 1272 adventures. Keep on galloping, everyone, and remember that the stories of our equine ancestors are a testament to the strong and unwavering spirit of horses through history.
Until next time!
Emma
