History of Horses in the year 1662

Good day to you all, and welcome back to Equiworld! My name is Emma, and as you know, I’m a 20-year-old grey draught mare, and I come from a little place called Hayfield near Aberdeen in Scotland. Today, I thought we’d take a little trip back in time and discuss what life was like for us horses back in the year 1662. Now, while some of you may not have been around to experience it, let me tell you, there's been a great deal of change since then!

As a draught mare in Hayfield, my life was quite busy, I can tell you. We were the heart and soul of this place. Each day began with the sunrise, when we’d be harnessed up to pull the plough for the farmers. You’ve got to understand, farming back then was all about strength and muscle, and that’s where us horses really came into our own.

Oh, the smells of the earth turning! We knew exactly when it was time to plant barley or oats, for I can still remember that fresh, earthy scent in the air. My dear friend Angus, a strong Clydesdale, would tell stories of when his grandfather worked in the quarries. Pulling huge stone blocks with other powerful stallions, like mighty Samson who could drag a load even larger than myself.

In the evenings, after a good day’s work, we’d all gather around the stable. We'd tell tales of our adventures, our little ones learning from the old-timers about the finer points of pulling a cart or ploughing a field. We knew, as a horse community, we played a vital role. Keeping Hayfield running smooth and our owners fed and healthy was what we were bred to do, and we were proud of it.

Now, we may have been busy, but we still found time to relax and enjoy the fresh air, grazing on sweet clover and timothy, the wind tousling my thick, white mane, and the warmth of the sun on my dappled coat. My best friend, Flora, a stunning bay mare with a gentle temperament, was always ready for an afternoon nap beneath the dappled shade of an oak tree. We always joked that those trees made the best resting spots! Oh, to hear Flora giggle and say she dreamed of being as strong as my father, Big Tom! Big Tom was the largest horse in Hayfield. He was known for his strength, gentle demeanor, and unwavering loyalty. He was the true king of the field!

But back to the news for the year 1662!

In England, Charles II was on the throne, having become king after the death of his father, King Charles I. Now, I don't want to get into political affairs (I’m just a horse, after all!), but it's certainly something we felt. All those political changes meant some uncertain times.

Still, one thing hasn't changed, and that's the world's fascination with horses! Horse racing has always been a popular sport. They even have races in Hayfield! It’s a joyous occasion! They also race in London! A far grander occasion I imagine. I hear stories from the travelling horses. You see, once a year the blacksmith goes down to the big city and I hear his tale. I can imagine a race where nobles bet fortunes, the smell of fresh earth and excitement hanging thick in the air, and people yelling and cheering.

Horses are even used for military work too! There is always chatter about the Royal Cavalry, or as some call them, the Royal Horse Guards, that impressive troop of riders. I often dream of joining those brave soldiers and charging alongside my friends on the battlefield. Perhaps one day, when I’m young and strong again.

And did I mention the horse shows? Imagine a competition to show off your skill and beauty! Now, they're even more popular than ever, especially down south. Horses from across the country strutting their stuff in elegant clothes. They dress us horses up in fancy things to parade around the town square. Such wonderful entertainment for the townsfolk. We are certainly treated as special, which brings great joy to our souls!

I imagine that the people and horses are feeling optimistic in England! England's fortunes seem to be turning around. People here are busy. Trade is strong and they are happy for the new and prosperous times! The Queen Mother died recently, and I understand there was a great deal of grief. Many said it marked the end of a time and the beginning of a new era.

### The Evolution of The Horse

Speaking of change, have you heard? There are these new breeds appearing. Like, the Thoroughbred. Some horses have traveled from across the sea, bringing with them amazing athleticism! We even hear about stallions called Arabs that are famous for their grace and endurance. You might even see them in paintings with all their fancy embroidery, a true mark of aristocracy. Now that's what I call beautiful!

Some folks think that the horse will have a less important role in our world with the invention of steam engines. They are calling these “iron horses”. But just imagine that iron thing going to a battlefield or hauling a plough! And think about a long journey, imagine that iron beast climbing up a mountain. It’s funny, all these new technologies being discussed around town, they don't make me worried! The future is full of possibilities!

As a grey draught mare, I know I’m not like those fancy Thoroughbreds with their lightning speed, but I feel proud about our work in Hayfield. What a great life to be a draught horse in 1662, hard work but meaningful work and good company.

As time goes by and the world continues to spin, let's all keep our ears to the ground and find joy in what it is to be a horse! Until next time, my friends!

• Emma *

*Equiworld Blog Post Number 1662 *

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