Greetings, my dear friends!
Emma here, a grey draught mare with a snowy mane and tail, hailing from the picturesque Hayfield near Aberdeen, Scotland. It’s the year 1287, and I’m filled with a quiet sense of contentment as I watch the golden barley sway in the fields, knowing that autumn is upon us.
The crisp air carries the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth, a comforting aroma that speaks of bountiful harvests and warmth by the hearth. This year, like every year, has unfolded in its own unique rhythm, with triumphs, challenges, and a constant, underlying thrum of life that’s both wondrous and familiar.
Let's Take a Ride Through Time…
The world outside Hayfield feels a little different these days. There’s a new King on the English throne, young Edward I, who has a keen eye for horses. They say he’s not a man for sitting still, always on the move, his horses by his side as he traverses the countryside. He's a bit stern, some say, but he loves the strength and spirit of a good warhorse, much like myself, and that pleases me greatly.
The Power of a Strong Back:
Here in Hayfield, life for us horses remains constant, our daily rhythm set by the tasks at hand. We are the backbone of our small community, and our lives are interwoven with those of the humans we serve. It’s a demanding but fulfilling role, I assure you!
These days I'm a stalwart member of Farmer MacPherson's team, hauling hay and grain to market, my powerful muscles built for such burdens. My sturdy hooves are strong enough to navigate the rocky tracks and my generous spirit allows me to work tirelessly alongside my fellow steeds, each one of us contributing to the flow of our bustling, rural lives.
The sound of our heavy hooves beating the road as we trudge to market, the camaraderie of our team, the gentle sigh of the wind in my mane – these are the moments that bring me deep contentment.
Adventures in the Scottish Highlands:
Now, this year has been a bit special, even for someone like me, who's used to a life of hard work. I've been chosen to help with a journey to the Scottish Highlands, where King Edward is said to be spending a good portion of his time. They tell stories of castles nestled within craggy mountains and the scent of wild heather filling the air. Imagine!
The humans whisper of knights and daring deeds, of daring escapes and fierce battles, all witnessed by those brave steeds that run alongside them. It’s an exciting, if a tad unsettling, prospect, yet I know my sturdy heart will beat with strength and loyalty through it all.
Beyond the Highlands: Echoes of War…
I haven't yet had the chance to experience the Highlands first-hand, but the tales we hear are both enchanting and worrisome. From what I understand, King Edward has his eyes set on conquering Wales, and this has sparked tension throughout the land. Even our farmer talks about it, his brow furrowed as he gazes at the heavens.
Some say war is inevitable, a necessary evil. Personally, I find the prospect deeply saddening, for I know that the true victims of war are the animals caught in the crossfire. Yet, in moments of anxiety, I remember the gentle warmth of my foals' eyes, the sweet melody of their whinnies. That thought keeps me going, reminding me that life continues even in the shadow of conflict.
A Horse's Eye View on Humanity
These are but a few glimpses of our world. 1287 is shaping up to be a significant year in the history of humankind, and you can trust me – horses are watching, with hearts both apprehensive and hopeful, ready to face the future.
Our human companions, I've come to realize, are both capable of profound cruelty and unparalleled compassion. Even in times of uncertainty, we horses stand steadfast, offering our strength, our companionship, and unwavering loyalty to those who deserve it.
The Simple Things...
It’s moments like these – the soft breeze ruffling my mane, the comforting thud of my hooves on the soft earth, the sun dappling through the trees – that remind me of the simple beauty that exists even when the world feels tumultuous. I am a mare of simple joys, and even a little thing like a tender brush from a gentle hand, or the sharing of a sweet bite of barley, fills my heart with a warmth that transcends words.
So, my dear readers, thank you for joining me in my humble journey through this historic year. Remember to cherish every sunrise, every moment of companionship, and above all, always believe in the resilience of the human spirit.
Until next time, may your hooves stay strong, and your hearts remain filled with peace!
Emma Hayfield, Scotland www.equiworld.org
