Greetings, fellow equines!
It’s Emma here, your humble, grey draught mare from the bonnie hills of Hayfield, just outside Aberdeen. Today, we're journeying back in time, to the year of our Lord 1426, and the happenings of our noble breed.
As a draught horse, you might imagine my life is rather predictable. A long day of hauling supplies, pulling a heavy cart for my human, perhaps a good nibble on some hay, and then back to the stable for a restful night. And mostly, you’d be right! But as my dear friend the miller’s wife likes to say, "Even the most ordinary life is filled with little moments of joy, my dear."
The Big News:
I'll confess, this year, 1426, has been a bit busier than usual, especially when it comes to news about my equine brethren. Across the sea in England, a new King has ascended the throne, Henry VI, a young man of just eight years old. I know what you're thinking, "Surely a king cannot be so young?" But this young monarch seems a thoughtful fellow, particularly concerned about the welfare of his people. He’s making an extra effort to ensure good farmland and good horses, a combination we can all appreciate.
His father, the great Henry V, was known for his skill in warfare, and you might remember he used horses extensively during the Battle of Agincourt, a victory which still sparks much excitement in taverns across England! This was the beginning of the Age of the "heavy war horse", the very breed I am a part of, strong, sturdy, and brave. My ancestors played a critical role in those historic battles, as well as in the constant struggles and shifting tides of war which have played out for generations across Europe. I confess I find it rather awe-inspiring that even in our time, horses like me are still used in conflict, proving our strength and loyalty!
And this isn’t just confined to Europe, you know. In far off lands, tales have been relayed to the miller’s son who reads avidly to me. There's news of magnificent Arabian stallions from the Middle East, renown for their speed and agility, used for battle and travel in far distant empires. And, though we have yet to meet them ourselves, it is said in these far-off lands there are horses unlike any I’ve ever seen – small and sturdy, covered in beautiful patterns, bred specifically for hunting. I confess I'd love to meet them one day and perhaps learn a new trick or two.
My Life In Hayfield:
You’d be surprised to know that in this quiet village, there is much to be discovered about horses. This year, my humans are participating in an annual agricultural festival celebrating local produce. You wouldn't believe the colourful stalls, the delicious smells, and the vibrant energy in the air. And yes, you guessed it, horses are front and centre. There are carts loaded with beautiful woven blankets and bright cloth, heavy loads of freshly-grown grains, and elegant, sturdy steeds in dazzling harnesses, their proud humans in their finest clothes, taking part in a contest of strength and skill.
What I most enjoyed about the festival was the sense of community, the camaraderie between humans and horses. You can feel the appreciation, the mutual respect and admiration in the air. It warms my heart to see the pride with which our humans use us for work and pleasure. It’s not just a matter of hauling things or competing, it’s a shared passion, an integral part of their daily life.
In fact, just the other day, I overheard some local folk discussing the role of horses in trade. This small village in Scotland depends heavily on transportation, especially with all the grain and goods that must be transported over long distances. A small farmer with a pair of beautiful Clydesdale geldings was telling a group about how these hardy steeds pull his produce down to the coastal city of Aberdeen, a long and treacherous journey, especially during the harsh Scottish winters. I confess, the tale of such dedication made my own life of transporting grains and timber around the local farms seem much more meaningful!
What About You?
So, fellow equines, what have been your adventures? Tell me, have you heard news of any grand races or exciting hunts? Or perhaps you’ve come across fascinating stories from distant lands, about noble steeds or unique breeds? Please do tell me all about them. This world is vast and diverse, filled with so many wonders, especially for our horse kind. And who knows, maybe you and I could meet someday and share stories by the riverside!
Until then, stay healthy and strong, my friends!
Sincerely,
Emma
Hayfield, Aberdeen, Scotland
