Welcome to Equiworld, dear readers! Today, I'm taking a step back in time to explore the life of a fellow equine - myself, Emma! I’m a grey draught mare with a flowing white mane and tail, born and raised in the rolling hills of Hayfield, near Aberdeen, Scotland. It's 1280 AD, and I’m sharing some thoughts about the world as it unfolds through my horse-eyes.
As a young filly in this bustling age, I spent my days with the other farm horses, grazing on lush meadows, working with the men on the farm, and enjoying the freedom of running through the fields with the wind whipping my mane. You might think the life of a working horse was grueling, and sometimes it was! We hauled goods to market, helped cultivate fields, and carried the weight of heavy loads. But I loved being part of a team, the rhythm of the day, and the simple joy of being a horse!
Warfare, Trade and a Time of Change
The year 1280 saw much turmoil in our world. King Alexander III of Scotland, who had worked diligently for peace and stability during his reign, had tragically died the previous year. Now, the crown was uncertain and the future looked perilous. Though I'm only a humble horse, I could sense a change in the air, a prickling feeling of anxiety, especially as rumours of war with England drifted on the wind.
You see, we horses are sensitive to our environment, even to the subtle shifts in mood. I can sense it in the men – a tightened jawline, a restless hand, a glint of steel in their eyes. Even in my own family, the farm horses seem quieter, more subdued. My old father, Merlin, is wise, and he's spoken of battles and the plight of horses on the field of battle. I wouldn't want that fate.
Though there's unease, the year is not entirely gloomy. There's also a sense of burgeoning trade. Our horses help to transport wool, fish, and hides between Scotland and England. The trade routes buzz with activity, and we hear stories of markets in bustling cities. It's a curious and sometimes challenging life for a farm horse like me, yet there's beauty to be found in the simple tasks that make up my day.
Horses and Human Bonds: My Experiences
One of the things I love most about life in 1280 is the bond between horse and man. This year, we, the horses, have been playing a vital role in the life of this small farming village. The farmer, Duncan, is a good man, patient and understanding. He knows when I need a gentle word, a scratch behind the ears, or simply time to rest.
Sometimes, we spend the evenings gathered by the fire, and the children in the village come to pet my mane and stroke my face. It warms my heart to hear their laughter, their eager stories, and their whispers of hopes and dreams. They share the stories of our travels with them, imagining adventures in faraway lands, a land filled with exotic things! They even ride me on the back, gripping onto my mane for dear life, with big smiles on their faces, and giggling at their newfound speed. Their boundless energy and innocence reminds me of the magic in this life.
Horses: A World of Diversity
It is fascinating to me how much variety there is in our world of horses. Even though I'm a grey draught mare, there are so many different types of horses! I've heard stories of majestic white chargers like the palfreys of kings, strong Shire horses pulling heavy loads, and the swift, agile war horses ridden by brave knights. Each one playing a different role, yet all serving humans with devotion and courage.
Horses and Leisure: Games and Festivities
Horses are not only crucial to everyday life, but also to entertainment! We pull the chariots in jousting tournaments, participating in mock battles that are captivating to watch. I've seen knights clashing swords and jousting lances. Their colours and pageantry are a sight to behold! Then there are the lively dances on horseback and the skill with which riders move through elaborate patterns - it's truly mesmerizing. And sometimes, the local bard will tell tales of mythical creatures and the importance of courage and bravery. We are reminded that horses play a key role in so much of human culture and leisure.
My Dreams for the Future
I know I'm just a farm horse, living my day-to-day routine, but sometimes, I look at the wide expanse of the sky and wonder what lies beyond. I dream of the wild freedom of the Highlands, the rushing streams, the breathtaking cliffs, and the boundless sky.
However, I am happy where I am, fulfilling my purpose as a loyal companion, a trusted workmate, and a part of the heart of this community. It’s my honour and my privilege to live the life of a farm horse, serving my community and forging unbreakable bonds.
So, that is my world, readers! What I’ve learnt in this past year. If you’ve enjoyed this little snippet from the life of a humble grey draught horse, please share your thoughts in the comments below.
Until next time, may the wind always be at your back and the earth beneath your hooves!
- Emma
