Welcome, fellow equines, to my humble little corner of the internet, where I, Emma, a 20-year-old grey mare with a penchant for sugar and a heart as big as my hooves, share my thoughts on the world of horses!
Today, we’re stepping back in time, all the way to the year 1414. Imagine a world without motor cars, trains, or aeroplanes. It might seem unbelievable, but back then, we, the magnificent beasts that we are, were the lifeblood of society!
Born and bred in the rolling hills of Hayfield, near Aberdeen in Scotland, my life in 1414 would be a far cry from the comfortable, leisurely life we often enjoy today. It’s been quite the adventure, trust me, and I’ve had plenty of time to ponder and observe the world around me.
For instance, did you know that in the year 1414, one of our most famous brothers, "Sheriff", a magnificent Shire horse, had just arrived in London from the Lincolnshire area, accompanied by no less than 40 riders? Imagine that, my dear readers - a true royal escort for a majestic fellow. That year, King Henry V (we can only hope he knew his horses!), with his noble heart and loyal companions, were busy conquering new territories across the Channel. There was something rather thrilling, you must agree, in helping a king in battle, carrying supplies, and standing as a valiant defender. We certainly knew how to do our bit!
The world of horses in 1414 was very much in the grip of the late Middle Ages. Knights on horseback, much like those depicted in the illustrations of "The Canterbury Tales" , would have been commonplace, with many men learning to ride and fighting as mounted soldiers. I often dreamt of charging across the battlefields with a fearless knight on my back!
And speaking of tales and stories, imagine the exciting tales we’d heard of explorers using us to navigate through uncharted territories. Perhaps we would even encounter knights carrying swords on their backs as they set off for tournaments and exciting quests across Europe. I can just see the dust swirling behind them as they gallop, their horses strong and proud, much like myself!
It wasn’t just knights and their tournaments though. The majority of horses in those days, like me, were draught horses, working hard for our livelihood. I am an excellent draught horse myself! Strong and loyal, just like a grey mare should be, and proud of it. In Hayfield, our responsibilities would include pulling the plough in fields, helping farmers haul their produce to the market, and, most importantly, hauling the carts for our masters, the Laird of Hayfield, across rugged landscapes.
You can’t imagine what a truly rewarding feeling it is to have your master's hand on your back, his soft voice urging you on, and his trust and reliance making your heart swell with pride. The countryside in the north of Scotland was tough, a challenge even for a strong beast like me, with icy winters, scorching summers, and unpredictable weather, but even in that harsh environment, the bond between horse and man was deeply meaningful.
Just think about the history woven into our lives, the generations before us that toiled to create a strong, resilient lineage, each generation bearing the legacy of their forebears. The connection between horse and man is timeless. They see us not just as animals, but as companions, collaborators in their endeavors. It's a connection I cherish to this very day, despite my age.
But enough of the past for now. My old joints are starting to creak, and I need my oats.
So, my dear equines, I'll leave you with a thought: our story isn't just one of work and labour. It's also a tale of resilience, of endurance, of steadfast loyalty, of love, and of connection, woven into the fabric of history.
I'll be back next time with more stories and reflections from the glorious past.
Until then, stay happy and healthy!
Love,
Emma, the Grey Mare
