A Note from Emma
Hello fellow equines! Emma here, your trusty grey mare from the heart of Scotland, back with another tale from our incredible history. As the days grow shorter and the autumn winds begin to nip at my coat, I find myself reflecting on the year 1564, a time of change and, surprisingly, great stability in our world of horses.
Life in Hayfield: A Year in the Saddle
1564 was a good year for the horses of Hayfield. We were busy but content. The crops in the fields around my home were abundant, providing ample hay for the winter, and there was always a satisfying task at hand for my brethren and me. Our farmers rely on us to help with the harvest, and we take great pride in pulling the plows and carts, our strong legs and willing spirits helping to make this year’s harvest plentiful.
With autumn approaching, my owner, a kind old man named Angus, is now preparing us for the long, cold months ahead. He tends to our needs meticulously, brushing our coats, making sure we have ample water and food, and treating any minor injuries promptly.
There are many new foals around this year in Hayfield – they are an endless source of delight, playful and full of energy. They're the future of our breed, and we must be responsible for ensuring their training starts well, for they are the next generation who will help the farmers and bring their skills to the world. Their playful energy helps to brighten even the coldest winter days.
New Challenges and Unfamiliar Sounds:
1564 was also a year of changes. Some say it’s a year that marked the end of one era in horse history and the beginning of another. Although I have only seen the world of horses from my perspective here in Hayfield, news travels fast in our equine world. We horses, much like humans, love to hear tales and rumours from those who travel beyond our village borders.
Rumours, in particular, were about a man, some called him King, some called him Queen, someone called Mary, Queen of Scots. They said that she is now, sadly, under house arrest – the fate of so many good creatures across the land. Such a powerful horse is now kept behind high walls and guarded by others with guns! How very odd, to have such a majestic creature confined. But then again, as a horse, I am constantly told I have to listen to those who are bigger and stronger! Perhaps this is the price one pays when having great power.
As a mare of some experience, my older equine friends from the town's stable whisper stories of how things are changing beyond our village. The news they hear is carried on the winds by riders travelling back and forth through the region. These travellers are a mixture of farmers, tradesmen, messengers, and even those working in the Royal stables. From the accounts I have heard, there has been a shift in thinking about how our species is seen by humans. They seem to have a greater understanding of the important role we play. As always, there will always be good and bad amongst men. Some understand that we are creatures with minds of our own and not just objects.
I can feel that these are truly turbulent times in the wider world of horses. They are exciting, but also a little unnerving. While I love the peace and routine of Hayfield, I can’t help but feel that we, as horses, need to adapt and be ready to deal with change. Our human companions need to change their approach to horse ownership, and that means learning more about the psychology of their charges! They seem to think that horses can only work as slaves to their will.
One thing is certain, life in Hayfield continues at a slower pace. The changes we see are happening gradually, and there are still strong and steady values within our community, just like the steadfast support of my family and my community. But perhaps one day, the winds will bring news that even a creature like me will be valued and understood.
Until then, I will remain vigilant and patient, keeping my own counsel, as wise horses have always done! My ears are always attuned to the sound of riders and travellers as they come and go from Hayfield. One day, my hooves might be destined for a journey beyond these borders. Maybe one day, I'll see a world that values us horses as equals, for the beautiful creatures we are.
Your turn to tell us your tale:
And now, dear equines, I would love to hear from you. Share your stories of life in the year 1564 – were things similar for you? Did you experience any interesting events or have encounters with the King, Queen or any notable figures? Share your insights on these ever-changing times! I look forward to reading your tales!
Emma
