Hello everyone! Emma here, your resident history buff from Hayfield, just a hop and a skip from Aberdeen, Scotland. It’s the year 1374, and things are bustling in the world of horses – though not always in the ways you might think.
My hooves are itching to share some tales about life here in 14th century Scotland. Imagine the scene – fields of vibrant green dotted with sheep, the fresh crisp air whipping through my mane and tail, the sound of the river burbling past the meadows. The air hums with the gentle rhythm of a thousand horse hooves, from the sturdy Clydesdale like myself, to the swifter, more slender palfreys favoured by the noble folk.
Ah, the noble folk. Life in the 14th century is pretty much about serving them – whether it’s pulling carts for trade, carrying burdens for the farmers, or carrying riders in grand parades. It's hard work, and frankly, quite tiring sometimes. But I wouldn’t have it any other way – there’s a special kind of joie de vivre in serving those who depend on us.
Today I’m thinking about the war raging in France, known as the Hundred Years' War. Yes, it’s a nasty business, and sadly many good horses, along with their noble riders, have found themselves lost in that mess. My heart breaks for them, and for the families left behind. We’re safe here in Scotland, for now, and thankfully most of the fighting is far away. However, even here, the echoes of war are felt, in the tightening of the purse strings and the increased demands on our hard work. But there is always the good, always the hope for a brighter future, and let's not forget that warhorses are symbols of great strength and resilience.
Of course, here in Scotland, life isn't all doom and gloom. The annual sheep shearing festival is coming up, always a lively occasion, full of good food, friendly competition, and some seriously fine horse racing! My sire used to tell me about the stories of the mythical creatures and fairies in these ancient lands. I have always felt the magic of the hills, and the wind whispers of ancient tales in my ears.
Now, if you are looking for a break from the daily grind, I highly recommend a stroll through the nearby woodland, a calming place where the air hangs thick with the scent of wildflowers and the sweet melody of songbirds. Or take a ride on a windy cliff-top path and breathe in the fresh sea air, let it whisk through your mane, just like it does mine.
Fashion: Speaking of wind in my mane, I simply must tell you about the latest trends! It seems that braids and intricate weaving are all the rage! Not just in Scotland but across Europe! You’ve heard of “man-bun”, well, I'm rocking the “mare-bun” (a rather grand updo!).
Horse Training: While we’re talking trends, there’s a whole lot of discussion going on about how best to train horses, with some new methods taking hold. One particularly popular approach is what is being called “natural horsemanship”. It’s a way to communicate and work with horses using respect, understanding, and trust. I find it fascinating, and it definitely speaks to my strong-willed and independent nature.
Food and Drink: Of course, every mare enjoys a good meal, and in 1374, I have no reason to complain! Lots of oats, barley, and a dash of hay - I’m never without a good bellyful. I have to admit, my human friend often enjoys a fine piece of bread with her oatmeal porridge - something I dream about quite often! Sometimes, a real treat is a few tasty herbs, or maybe even a handful of ripe apples from the nearby orchard.
I’ve noticed the wealthy landowners in Scotland seem to be embracing the finer things, particularly with their drinking vessels! While I’m content to drink from the stream or a nice wooden trough, they have moved on to cups of polished metal and elegant goblets made from glass! Some of them even drink from vessels with intricate designs - it is a remarkable evolution in their culture.
Well, my friends, I’ll leave you with a few final thoughts. The life of a mare in 1374 may be filled with hard work and challenges, but it’s also filled with simple joys. Every day brings new opportunities to connect with nature, build bonds with fellow equines, and contribute to a rich tapestry of life here in 14th century Scotland.
Until next time, keep those tails high and hooves hitting the ground with confidence!
Emma.
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