Hello everyone! Emma here, your resident equine historian, coming to you from my stable in Hayfield, just outside Aberdeen. It's been a blustery morning here in Scotland, but the sun's peeking through the clouds, promising a glorious day for grazing and reminiscing.
And what a year it's been! 1467... the world feels a little different now, full of new possibilities and changes, both grand and subtle. I thought I'd share some of my experiences with you, as I've learned that history, like the passing seasons, is made up of little details and big milestones woven together.
A Horse's Life in 1467: The Rhythm of the Seasons
Let me start with my own life. I am a young mare, just twenty summers old. The first hints of winter have already begun to chill the air, though summer's memory lingers in the dew-kissed grass and the deep orange hue of the setting sun. My coat has grown thicker and my hooves are strong, ready to brave the cold and carry my burdens.
This year, my work has been a mixture of familiar routines and exciting novelties. As a draught horse, my primary task is to help our human companions – the MacGregors, a family whose home sits on a sprawling hillside – in their daily life. We work the fields, pulling the plough to create neat rows for winter crops. The soil is heavy and unforgiving, demanding much of my strength and stamina.
Spring, you see, is a time of sowing. It brings the promise of fresh harvests, of crisp, golden oats that I devour with gusto. My fellow draught horses, Angus and Maggie, and I were particularly busy then, hauling heavy loads of seed, pulling the carts carrying manure to enrich the soil, and prepping the land for the new life it would soon hold. We all shared a feeling of shared purpose and accomplishment, and those long hours working alongside them were truly satisfying.
But beyond the regular chores, there were unexpected journeys and new sights. In the heat of the summer months, I was needed to haul wagons of goods to nearby villages, carrying grain, and other produce to markets in exchange for new tools, spices and stories of life beyond our valley. These trips offered a glimpse into the bustling world outside our quiet haven. I met other horses, shared tales with them around the bustling markets and experienced the unique rhythm of the city.
Royal Splendour and Regal Events: The World of Horses in 1467
Now, when it comes to royal happenings, you may wonder, “what’s a horse like me got to do with kings and queens?” Well, let me tell you, a lot actually!
Even though I am far away in the highlands, the echoes of royal events are always felt, however subtly. It was in 1467 that King Edward IV, you know, the King of England, finally managed to put down a rebellion by the Duke of Warwick! Talk about exciting news that spread far and wide. People around us celebrated for weeks, exchanging stories and news of what went on, like a wave carrying tidings to our small community.
I know you’re probably thinking, “Emma, what’s a horse got to do with a royal rebellion?” Well, for one, horses were instrumental in battles! These kings, queens and dukes, they needed us to carry them into war, haul their heavy supplies, and race their messages. It's all interconnected! You can’t really separate royal events and horses, now can you?
Of course, even with these exciting royal dramas playing out, my main concern was that my owner, Jamie McGregor, should have a good harvest to keep our stomachs full. My dear Jamie was always there, gently speaking to me, offering me a sweet treat from his bag, understanding my tiredness after a long day. And it's true what they say about humans and their loyalty. A true friend like Jamie is more precious than any kingly decree.
Changing Tides: The Horse and the Future
Looking back, 1467 felt like a year of both continuity and change. Even though my work wasn’t too different from my elders’, there was an exciting hum of progress that could be felt in the air.
Our human companions, for instance, began experimenting with new ways to train horses, with lighter bridles and gentler techniques. This made our work not only easier but more enjoyable, opening up opportunities to become more agile and train for different tasks, like carrying riders instead of hauling goods. The new techniques brought a greater bond between horse and man. I witnessed a new kind of trust blossoming on our hillside, an understanding of communication and mutual respect.
There was a shift in how horses were valued. No longer were we seen solely as tools of war, or for tilling the fields. Horses like me, who worked hard and exhibited loyalty, began to be viewed with a sense of affection, companionship, and appreciation. People were starting to understand the grace, strength and intelligence of horses, beyond our usefulness in day-to-day life. It's something that I still feel today!
Embracing Change, Cherishing Tradition: A Horse’s Legacy
Life as a horse has always been a blend of work, responsibility and love for my kind. But this year, it seems, something changed. The world was embracing the horse in new ways, recognizing our versatility and grace, as much as our strength. It is with a heart full of gratitude that I share my story. I hope you enjoyed this little peek into the world of horses in 1467. Do stay tuned for future blogs where I'll continue to share my journey, reflecting on the stories we carry, the lessons we learn, and the legacy we shape as a horse, on this magnificent planet we all call home.
Until next time, may your days be full of fresh air, rolling green fields and the gentle rhythm of hooves upon the ground!
Love,
Emma
