History of Horses in the year 1545

Greetings, fellow equines and horsey enthusiasts!

Emma here, a grey draught mare with a flowing white mane and tail. I’m proud to call Hayfield near Aberdeen, Scotland my home, and I’m delighted to share with you a little snippet of horse life in 1545.

Let’s take a gallop through the fields of history together and explore what was happening in the world of horses back then!

1545 was a year of dramatic change. The Scottish landscape, particularly around my home in Hayfield, was buzzing with activity as war raged on with England. Kings were fighting for power, and we, the trusty horses, were the silent but vital force that carried the armies, moved the supplies, and navigated the rough terrains.

In those days, my life was dedicated to pulling the plow in the fields. I was a young filly back then, a year old in 1545, but I had already begun to understand the importance of hard work and my vital role on the farm.

We weren’t just pulling plows; our work was crucial for bringing in the harvest. The corn, barley, and oats, were all gathered using strong horses like myself. Then, the farmers carefully stored those harvests for the winter months – all thanks to our enduring power and strength.

My human companion, young Elspeth, often talked about the ‘Rough Wooing’ going on at the time. She spoke with a sadness I felt as well. A sense of worry clung to the air. Queen Mary of Scots was a mere infant then, and her claim to the throne was challenged by the English King Henry VIII, who wanted his young son Edward to inherit it. This created a whirlwind of uncertainty and, naturally, more conflicts with the English.

The whole situation created an unsettling feeling, like a cloud hanging over our lives. We could see the tension growing. Soldiers from England crossed the borders, setting up camp close to our village. It felt like the air was thick with apprehension and dread.

But life went on, and we horses adapted. Our strength was relied upon even more, to move supplies, to transport goods, and even to carry mail across the border. Despite the worry, we horses knew we were an essential part of their lives.

You may be surprised to know that back then, riding horses were still seen as a bit of a luxury in this part of the world. However, the men of the border region were accustomed to horseback riding – particularly those engaged in the conflict.

But you’ll never believe this - during my time, they had an incredible little breed of horses known as “Galloglass” or simply “Galloway,” a very strong and sturdy horse perfect for rugged terrain. They were particularly prized for their hardiness and stamina and would make fantastic war horses for a time!

Riding was vital for both warfare and hunting, and the demand for well-bred horses began to rise, especially for racing. While my role was focused on fieldwork and labor, I found myself admiring those horses destined for such activities. Their grace and agility, and their owners’ skillful mastery, always gave me pause.

When a neighboring farmer held a horse show at a nearby village, Elspeth’s father brought our horse team – myself and another sturdy gray gelding named Jasper – to show our skills. I remember being fascinated by the riders. Their horsemanship was like a dance!

Watching the horses expertly leap fences, perform delicate turns, and speed down the course made me understand just how skilled riders were. We stood mesmerized, imagining ourselves participating in such activities.

While our focus was on labor and service, watching them filled me with an indescribable sense of pride and joy. Perhaps it planted the seed for dreams that extended beyond my everyday duties.

Back in my day, the role of horses wasn't confined to farmwork or military actions. We played a vital role in everyday life, from transporting people, supplies, and goods to even drawing wagons and carriages for nobles and merchants. Horses were at the heart of everyday existence!

It wasn't unusual to see horse-drawn carts transporting families, farm produce, and various goods along narrow roads, their hooves echoing the rhythms of a world still reliant on horse power.

We carried riders who delivered messages across lands, transported dignitaries, and even accompanied knights as they journeyed to battle or competed in jousting tournaments! Our importance was evident in all aspects of life in 1545.

Life wasn’t only about battles and field work! Across the vast oceans, other horses had exciting tales of their own to tell.

• In Spain, Andalusian horses were celebrated for their graceful gait and beautiful coats. The nobles loved them and favored them for parades, formal occasions, and equestrian demonstrations, highlighting the elegance and strength that they embodied.

• In England, hunter horses were gaining popularity. Their endurance and strength were celebrated for their hunting prowess and their ability to tackle demanding terrain. It was believed that the English hunted fox with vigor and excitement using these noble steeds.

• And in Asia, Mongolian horses played an essential role in travel and warfare. Their stamina, agility, and strength made them highly valued. Their courage and endurance in facing harsh climates and terrains, allowed them to traverse immense distances while carrying riders or pulling sleds.

The world of horses was rich and varied in 1545. Even though life on our Scottish farm wasn’t always easy, I always felt thankful to be a part of the fascinating world of horses. We held immense power and significance – carrying out essential duties, providing strength and vitality, and forming a connection with our humans that was deep and irreplaceable.

The story of horses in 1545, a time of both turmoil and wonder, reflects a timeless connection between humanity and equine power. As time progressed, we learned new things, adopted new roles, and thrived.

From our roles as vital farm laborers to our presence in grand ceremonies, we have remained a vital force. We are strong, resilient, and noble. And we will continue to be a vital part of the tapestry of history and the story of humanity.

Until next time, stay well, my equine friends!

Yours truly, Emma