Greetings, fellow equines! Emma here, your average, grey draught mare with a penchant for a good nap in the sun. But hey, don’t let the “average” fool you – life in 1379 is anything but! Today, we’re taking a trip back to a time when my kind were not just transport, but practically a lifeblood of this great land. So, pull up a bale of hay and let’s explore 1379, a year filled with bustling markets, knights in shining armour (though more often, muddy ones), and oh yes, quite a few muddy fields, too.
Hayfield Haven: I was born right here in Hayfield, near Aberdeen, Scotland. My name? Emma, given to me by the miller's daughter, Elspeth, with eyes the same shade of blue as a summer sky. You can tell it was a happy birth by the number of foals born around the same time - the pastures were filled with playful colts and fillies, their bright eyes mirroring the thrill of discovering the world. Hayfield was a hive of activity, bustling with merchants and farmers travelling through to the city. The scent of fresh bread always hung in the air, tempting my nostrils as the bakers unloaded their baskets from our sturdy backs.
The Rise of the Warhorse: In 1379, things were a bit heated on the European stage. Our good king, Richard II, was dealing with all sorts of troubles - France wasn’t exactly his best buddy at the time. As a consequence, our stallions and mares, with their incredible strength and resilience, were often used to carry troops and supplies. Those sturdy War Horses! I remember watching them, their coat shining in the sun, heads held high, marching out of town for what could be weeks, even months, on end. It filled me with awe. Of course, I couldn't imagine the horrors they faced - but it’s clear they were revered for their courage.
A Tale of Two Breeds: 1379 also saw the growth of a breed I truly admire – the destrier! Now, the destrier isn't the big lug I am. They’re lean and elegant, bred for speed and agility – imagine a thoroughbred on steroids. Used primarily in warfare, their fiery spirits were vital to charge alongside their riders, making up for the slow pace of heavier cavalry. In Hayfield, we would hear stories of destriers being used in jousting tournaments – a thrilling spectacle, though I’ve never witnessed it myself! Imagine a battle between those lean beasts, each one vying for the ultimate win!
Life Beyond the Battlefield: Don't worry, not all horses were dedicated to warfare. It's important to remember that in 1379, horses were like a modern-day truck – carrying supplies, transporting goods, and aiding farmers in their daily tasks. Even if you weren’t carrying knights on your back, you were probably working hard for the good of humanity. Just imagine – those hearty grains you love in your oats – that’s our doing!
A Day in My Life: As for me, I was primarily a cart horse, a proud member of the Miller’s team. Pulling heavy grain sacks, helping churn the butter, and even aiding in transporting supplies from nearby villages. The sound of grinding millstones was my daily lullaby, a rhythmic reminder of my role in keeping the community going. I often carried Elsppeth with me to town, helping her to fetch fresh fabrics and trinkets from the markets. The clatter of hooves on the cobblestones and the hustle and bustle of the crowds never failed to entertain me. And even in 1379, it seems we have a lot of shared hobbies - a quick nibble of carrots (I especially like them dipped in honey, a secret Elspeth learned from her neighbour!), and long naps in the meadow!
Beyond the Stables: 1379 was not just a year of physical work, however. There was much camaraderie among us equines. We'd gather for communal grazing, share gossip and news with the other horses in the pasture. We’d tell tales of daring escapades, tales of bravery, and the inevitable “been-there, done-that” stories that keep a herd unified. You'd be surprised by how many secrets our pasture walls have heard – whispers of love, tales of woe, and even a few instances of mischief. Yes, even the stallions!
Horses: Our Bond with Humanity: And it wasn't just about us. 1379 was a time when the relationship between humans and horses was one of shared responsibility and genuine love. We weren’t just work animals – we were family. We’d be cared for, given the best food, a comfy stall in the stable, and the odd delicious apple when we were being extra good! My kind are known for our loyalty and kindness. And those humans? They loved us in return! That love, the constant companionship, it is what makes life special for all of us, isn’t it?
A Farewell for Now: It’s getting late now, and Elspeth’s been calling for me. It’s time to get some well-deserved rest, ready to take on another day of hard work. As the sun begins to dip low, casting long shadows across Hayfield, it reminds me of the journey we all have taken - a journey filled with adventure, hardship, and above all, love. Until next time, my equine friends, remember your role in shaping history – the tales you carry are important, and your hooves are powerful! May your hay be sweet, your stalls comfy, and your gallops exhilarating!
Stay Strong, and Happy Trails! -Emma
