My dearest fellow equines, and all the lovely humans who read my blog,
It's Emma here, writing to you from the lovely rolling hills of Hayfield, just outside of Aberdeen. As always, I'm delighted to be sharing my experiences with you all, and to talk about the remarkable world of horses. This year, 1738, has been a whirlwind, full of challenges and rewards, both personal and for the entire equine community!
Before I delve into my adventures, let's take a look at what's been happening on the grand stage of horse history across the globe.
From Farmyards to Royal Courts: The Lives of Horses in 1738
Throughout 1738, life for horses, much like today, was defined by the vital roles we played in society. We were the backbone of transportation, agriculture, and even leisure. In Britain, where I call home, the horse-drawn carriage continued to be the ultimate symbol of status and wealth. Even the King's carriages, with their magnificent plumes and gold adornments, required the unwavering strength and stamina of mighty steeds like myself.
In the bustling London streets, horse-drawn cabs and carriages, laden with merchandise and passengers, scurried through the narrow lanes, a constant hum of hooves on cobbles. In rural areas, farmers like my own master, William, depended on horses to pull ploughs through fields, delivering bountiful harvests and sustaining the nation.
On the battlefield, we were courageous comrades, our loyalty and strength invaluable in wars and conflicts, even if I, personally, couldn’t stomach the roar of battle. Our powerful presence was a vital component in conquering terrain, carrying messengers, and hauling supplies.
The Royal Studs: A Whiff of Opulence and Grace
Across the channel, in France, King Louis XV maintained a grand royal stud at Fontainebleau. It was said to house hundreds of the finest horses from across the country, including beautiful Arabian breeds. The King took great pride in his horses, showcasing them during grand parades and elaborate celebrations, and their training methods were considered highly advanced for the time.
Imagine, my friends, the incredible grace of such creatures, prancing in the dazzling spotlight, and all eyes glued to their every move. It would be an honour to see those exquisite creatures in the flesh, if ever the chance presented itself!
But what of our well-being, you might ask?
Whilst we are appreciated, the lives of working horses can be tough, I must say. It's true that most owners strive to provide us with good care, feeding us nutritious oats, grooming us diligently, and housing us in sturdy stables. However, hard work can take its toll, especially in winter, when the icy ground and biting winds can be very challenging. My strong, sturdy draught horse build, a true workhorse, is suited to these hardships. Sometimes, my master William, bless him, treats me to a warm mash to soothe my sore muscles after a long day ploughing.
I believe this is why we have seen an increasing demand for "Farriers", or specialist horse shoers. Their craft is absolutely vital to keeping us healthy and in top condition. They craft perfectly shaped shoes to fit our hooves, protecting them from the rough terrain and ensuring that we can perform our duties efficiently. It’s no surprise to see increasing numbers of apprentices taking on this honourable trade!
Racing Towards Glory: The Thrill of the Turf
Now, you know me, I’m all for hard work and practicality, but let’s not forget the magnificent spirit of competition! The year 1738 saw a growing enthusiasm for racing across the country. Noblemen and ladies, clad in colourful silks and holding racing pamphlets, crowded around the tracks. They would wager on the speed and agility of sleek thoroughbreds who thundered around the tracks in a flurry of dust and excitement. I wouldn't be a racing horse myself - too sturdy for the track! However, it's thrilling to hear stories of the mighty racehorses. They’re true symbols of equine excellence!
The Rise of the Equestrian Spirit
Beyond practicality and spectacle, horses played a central role in artistic expressions of the time. Exquisite portraits captured their grace, beauty, and majesty, solidifying their importance as subjects worthy of artistry. I think my dear friend, Lily the Clydesdale, would agree that it’s truly lovely to be depicted in oil or watercolors - the artist, however, should take care to get my white mane and tail perfectly gleaming!
Moreover, literature embraced horses as vital characters, immortalizing their bravery and loyalty in inspiring tales, which even today, hold a strong hold over our imaginations. In this very year, I hear that the publication of "The Vicar of Wakefield" by Oliver Goldsmith is a hit. Though not entirely a horse story, the book mentions horses prominently, depicting them as vital aspects of rural life!
My Personal Adventures: A Glimpse into Hayfield
And now, my friends, allow me to delve into my own world, my lovely life in Hayfield. As a draught horse, my day typically starts before dawn, helping William with his tasks. Pulling the plough through the fields of Hayfield, with its luscious green barley and fields of potatoes, gives me such satisfaction. To be a part of this essential process that feeds people and contributes to life is fulfilling. There is no task that brings me more satisfaction!
As the sun dips towards the horizon, I assist in gathering the cattle and ensuring they’re safely back in the barn for the night. In the evenings, I find myself enjoying the warmth of the stables, the soft hay, and the occasional comforting treat of sugar from my good master’s wife, Mary. She is an incredibly kind woman with soft, gentle hands and always knows just how to sooth a troubled soul. Even though she worries about William too much! He tends to be stubborn!
Oh, and just last week, Mary surprised me with a new woven halter, with intricate braid work and fine stitching. It feels simply delightful and, although I must admit, makes me feel ever so a little bit "smart." Now, this halter must be worn proudly, you see! I'm quite sure Lily would be green with envy!
Hayfield is truly a wonderful place to live, where rolling green hills stretch endlessly towards the horizon, the scent of wildflowers mingles with the damp earthy aroma after rain, and the clear mountain air refreshes both body and soul. There’s no other place I’d rather call home.
As a concluding thought, I would say, that, no matter what your task, wherever you call home, the bond between horses and humans is strong. We share an unwavering trust and deep mutual understanding, a powerful connection that carries us through the hardships of life, reminding us that even though our paths are diverse, we are all, fundamentally, bound by the same universal thread – a shared love for our world, our work, and the grace of being a horse.
Thank you, dear readers, for taking a journey through my world. I hope to catch up soon with another entry, filled with stories, memories, and all things equines!
**Sincerely,
Emma, a Grey Draught Horse from Hayfield, Scotland**
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