Greetings from my humble abode in Hayfield, a wee village nestled in the shadow of the Grampian mountains near Aberdeen!
My name is Emma, and I am a 20-year-old grey mare, blessed with a snowy white mane and tail that dance in the breeze. I'm a strong draught horse, bred for work and stamina, but there's more to life than pulling ploughs, wouldn't you agree? Especially for a lass with a mind as curious as mine!
It's a crisp autumn morning, and the air is thick with the sweet scent of heather and dew. It's 1770, a year of much bustle and excitement in the world of horses, and I couldn't be more thrilled to share it all with you. Today, I thought I'd delve into my journal, scribble down some of my experiences and observations, and paint a picture of equine life during this fascinating time in history.
Life on the Highland Farm:
My days begin with the early morning light, warming the stables. A rhythmic click-clack of hooves echoes through the farm, and the fragrant steam of freshly-brewed oat porridge wafts into the stable, rousing me from my dreams. My kind owner, Mr. MacGregor, feeds us a hearty breakfast, and then it's time for the daily routine - pulling the plough through the fields, carting peat from the bog, and hauling grain from the barns. The familiar scent of turned earth and the wind whispering through the barley fields fill me with a sense of quiet contentment. There’s a certain pride that comes from being a valuable part of the farm's livelihood. And oh, how much we all appreciate the feeling of a gentle hand stroking our coats at the end of the day!
News from the Highlands:
Life here in the Highlands is peaceful. A gentle rain patters on the thatched roof of the stable, and I can almost hear the whispered secrets the wind carries from the heather moor. However, beyond the rolling hills, whispers of unrest are starting to spread. Our beloved king, George III, faces whispers of dissatisfaction from some, who dream of a different world. It’s hard to comprehend all the complexities of court life from our quiet hillside, but even here in the heart of Scotland, we feel the pulse of a changing world.
Equine Elegance in the Cities:
A travelling merchant, visiting Hayfield recently, shared a piece of fascinating news: In the bustling cities of London and Edinburgh, horse racing is taking the nation by storm. The very idea of horses, with their noble and graceful form, being admired for their speed and athleticism makes my heart beat faster. I yearn to experience the exhilaration of a race, the wind whipping through my mane, and the roaring cheers of the crowds. Alas, my strong, draught build would never lend itself to the lightning speed required on the racetrack. Still, one can always dream, right?
A Revolution in Horsemanship:
Another fascinating tidbit I overheard: The very methods of horsemanship are in the midst of a revolution! The esteemed Monsieur Baucher, from the continent, is spreading his innovative techniques through Europe, and they're reaching even to our humble Hayfield! People are talking about how the rider should use his body as an extension of the reins, working with the horse instead of commanding him. A more balanced approach to riding, it is called. A gentle, and persuasive art. This revolution intrigues me. I’ve seen a young apprentice in the stable with a new "gentle" hand - and how I love the way he softly whispers words of encouragement to his horse as they go about their tasks.
* A Tale of Two Horses*
This year, the news about a famous mare, “Bellflower,” the beautiful mare from the renowned "Gidding stables", filled everyone’s mouths in the village with awe and amazement. They talk of her winning races, the pure elegance of her form, and her spirit unmatched. Imagine a grey mare like me, in the company of such magnificence! The news reminds me to strive, in my own way, for excellence, too.
And then, a more melancholy news reaches our stable. It tells the tale of a noble charger from the “Prince Regent’s stables.” The stallion who was once a grand sight, now carries a wound that may end his days. We learn that in the midst of war and unrest, the animals who serve bravely are often left bearing the heaviest scars. This sad news makes me feel very humble and thankful for my safe and peaceful life here on the farm.
A Farewell for Now
As dusk begins to settle over the hills, it’s time for me to return to my cosy stall and ponder the world beyond Hayfield. Perhaps next time I’ll tell you about our Highland ponies, with their hardy spirits and strength. Until next time, may you be blessed with good fortune, dear friends. And as we are all connected by our love of the equine world, take care of each other, and may your days be filled with happiness!
