Hello fellow equines and horse lovers! Emma here, your friendly neighbourhood draught horse from the rolling hills of Hayfield near Aberdeen. I'm back with another peek into the world of horses through the lens of history, and this time, we're venturing into the year 1276. Buckle up, as it's been quite the journey so far!
The sun was shining a particularly golden hue this morning, a delightful change from the usual misty Scottish dawn. I've been helping the farmer, Mr. Macgregor, harvest the barley. He’s always happy with my efforts – a steady head and powerful legs make me a true workhorse, even at the young age of twenty. It's work I'm proud to do, as I understand that horses are the backbone of any farming community. Without us, feeding a family wouldn't be possible!
And it’s not just in the fields where horses like me shine. Think of the grand steeds proudly parading through the streets, hauling noblemen's carriages in all their glory. They’re like shimmering stars, all fine leather and flowing plumes, drawing envious gazes everywhere they go. Then there's the knightly jousting, those thrilling feats of skill and bravery. Now, I might not be suited for the dazzling life of a war horse, but the thought of such powerful athleticism makes my heart quicken. Even a steady-as-she-goes type like me appreciates the spirit and strength of a noble steed.
But before we get lost in the glamorous aspects, let's journey back to 1276 and see what the year brought for horses.
England's Horses: Powering Progress
Across the border, things are quite lively in England. The great King Edward I is busy making a mark in the world, and with every move he makes, we horses are part of it all. In fact, a major event took place in 1276. Do you know what it was? It was the very first statute of Westminster, and oh boy, what a game-changer it was for horses! It gave all those magnificent steeds like me some much-needed legal protection, you see. Now we have laws against cruelty, even the slightest hurt is forbidden. A proper horse like me deserves the utmost care and attention, after all.
King Edward wasn't done with us just yet. He needed our might and endurance, and why not, really? He had the Mongol leader Kublai Khan send over some beautiful Arabian horses. This was meant to improve the quality of England’s horses. King Edward, ever the shrewd planner, realized that these strong, elegant creatures could bring a whole new level of power and agility to English horses, especially those of war and conquest.
It's fascinating how a single year can make such a difference, and 1276 certainly did. These developments are sure to create waves in the horse world for years to come.
Life in the North
While all this is happening down south, I'm just another hard-working horse, content with the routine of farm life. My days are full of chores and errands, and in my quiet moments, I find comfort in the scent of barley and the wind whistling across the Scottish moor.
However, that doesn’t mean things are stagnant in the North. It's during these periods of peace, you know, when real progress happens. I can feel the energy around Hayfield – folks are learning new techniques, using new tools, all made possible because of horses like us.
It's remarkable to think how important horses were to people back then, how we helped build roads and houses, moved crops, carried soldiers to battle, even took travellers on long journeys. It wasn't just about the work we did, it was about the bonds we built with people. Horses weren't just animals – they were companions, friends, partners.
That relationship was very important to me growing up. I remember as a foal, I'd spend hours just hanging out with the other young horses. We’d play hide-and-seek in the tall grasses, race each other through the fields, or simply snooze in the warm sunshine. We were all family, always looking out for one another, and learning from the older horses.
One of my dearest friends from that time, a spirited black stallion named Jasper, eventually joined a travelling merchant's caravan. We haven't seen each other in a while, but I know he's doing great, making new connections, and experiencing all the exciting sights that the world has to offer. That makes me happy, as a true friend, I hope nothing but the best for him.
Speaking of bonds, the connection I share with my farmer is another story worth telling. We understand each other without needing to say a word, the gentle tug on the reins, a reassuring pat on the neck, the sharing of a warm oat cake – these little gestures speak volumes.
Mr. MacGregor has always been good to me, treating me with respect and offering the best care possible. He takes time to learn about my quirks, how I react to different situations, and ensures I have the energy I need. For example, I can’t help it, I simply adore the sweet smell of wild roses. The aroma seems to calm my soul and instills within me a sense of serenity. So, what do you think Mr. MacGregor did? He’s taken to incorporating wild roses in the oat cake, simply for the sheer joy I derive from it!
Life isn't all sunshine and roses, though, there are hard times too. This year, like most others, there have been challenges for us horses. I’ve had my fair share of scrapes and bruises from a sudden storm that swept through last month. A powerful gust of wind almost knocked me down. But thankfully, the farmers did a brilliant job at ensuring the stables were secured. It was quite an ordeal, however, as I was so close to feeling helpless. The constant crashing thunder shook my entire being, causing me to bolt all over the stable in search of shelter. A comforting hug from the stablehand finally calmed me down.
Then there was the time I accidentally got tangled in some overgrown brambles, my magnificent white tail caught amidst the thick green thorns! I was so frightened, thinking that this would be my last ride. Thankfully, young Johnathan, Mr. McGregor's nephew, saw the plight I was in and quickly unhooked my tail. You could say I owe him my freedom!
Despite these hiccups, life with Mr. MacGregor and his family has always been filled with happiness, kindness and comfort. I’m always learning from the old timers, and their wisdom inspires me every single day. They know that horses are powerful creatures who deserve to be treated with respect, compassion, and above all, love.
This past year has given me new appreciation for the beauty and value of life, both big and small. It has taught me about strength and resilience, the ability to overcome any challenge with courage and a sense of inner peace.
This blog has been quite a journey, but the best part of this journey is not over yet! Join me next time as we continue to unravel the story of horses throughout the ages, and I promise you, there's plenty more exciting and heartwarming tales to be told.
Until then, stay safe, strong, and never forget the power of love. And remember, horses have been an integral part of human history for centuries – we deserve a little appreciation for the hard work and dedication we bring to every single task!
Keep galloping, Emma.
