My name is Emma, and I'm a 20-year-old Grey Draught mare, proud resident of the rolling hills of Hayfield, just outside Aberdeen. My mane and tail flow like the silver moonlight on a winter's night, and I love the feel of the wind in my coat as I work.
This year, 1891, feels momentous. I sense a shift in the world around me, a new spirit that even reaches my humble stables. Perhaps it's the chatter among the humans, their hurried steps and the way their eyes sparkle with an excited glint. Or maybe it's the smell of the distant city, carried on the breeze like a sweet, exciting whisper. Whatever it is, the world feels vibrant and alive.
My life, however, is grounded in routine. I wake to the crowing of the roosters, and the sweet scent of freshly-baked bread drifts through the stable windows. The gentle touch of my groom, John, wakes me from my slumber, his hand caressing my forehead. It is a gesture of affection, as comforting as the warm hay piled high in my stall. I greet him with a gentle whinny, knowing the day's work is ahead.
My days are filled with purpose, a fulfilling rhythm that's as comforting as a familiar song. I haul the heavy carts through the fields, a gentle sway to my stride. I pull the plough through the fertile soil, watching the earth turn over, a symbol of life's constant renewal. And every evening, after my chores are done, I return to the warmth of the stables, where I enjoy a well-deserved rest, a reminder of my strength and resilience.
But today is special. There is a festive buzz in the air, and the scent of woodsmoke lingers in the breeze. Today is the Aberdeen Highland Games, and John and I will be part of it! The highlight is the heavy horse pulling competition, where men test their strength by pulling enormous weights with a horse. My blood runs hot with excitement, as if I can sense the challenge. I stand tall and proud, feeling the powerful energy thrum through my veins. This competition is not just about brute strength; it's a celebration of our lineage, of the unwavering spirit of the Draught Horse.
I learn today that this competition isn't only local, it's gaining popularity throughout Scotland and even England! News of a newly established Heavy Horse Society ripples through the air, igniting an unexpected thrill within me. Humans seem captivated by the power of horses like us, by the deep connection that ties them to the land.
Beyond the arena, I hear of advancements in horse racing. The "new" Thoroughbred breed continues to steal hearts, their speed captivating the public imagination. Though I haven't experienced their racing spirit firsthand, their sleek beauty and nimble strides have stirred an admiration within me. It is as if, through these racing stars, the human world and the horse world are merging in ways never seen before.
The humans speak of The Jockey Club, a powerful force shaping the racing world. And on this very day, The Jockey Club is hosting its grand event at Newmarket! It’s a celebration of the horses' athleticism, showcasing the very best Thoroughbreds from across the land.
As we gather in the arena, the humans begin chanting: "Go on, Emma! Go on!" The atmosphere electrifies as I feel John’s steady grip on the reins. He’s a master of his craft, knowing every nuance of my body language, understanding my every movement.
We’re off! My powerful legs push into the earth, and the heavy weight begins to move. My body strains, muscles churning with the sheer power I’m harnessing. I see the weight begin to slide, and the crowd erupts in cheers.
It's an exhilarating moment, a testament to the deep partnership between man and beast. And as the cheering subsides, I am overcome with pride, knowing I have carried my human and the honour of our breed on my strong back.
While my world revolves around hard work and tradition, there is a palpable change sweeping across the land. I see it in the new carriages, more elegant and intricate, designed for both leisure and travel. I hear it in the conversations around the stables, the plans for a railway network that will stretch across the country, bridging vast distances and forging new connections.
My fellow draught horses share these tales. The old Clydesdales from the city, their coats sleek from carriage rides and deliveries, recount their experiences. They speak of bustling markets, the rhythmic clanging of the blacksmith's hammer, and the vibrant atmosphere of the bustling streets. Through their stories, my world expands. I sense the power of horses in a society rapidly transforming.
From these journeys of horses and humans alike, a new word echoes: "automobile." A strange contraption that runs on fire and fumes, threatening to take away the need for horses. The rumour spreads through our stables, leaving a chilling silence in its wake. It feels like a crack in the foundation of our existence, a stark reminder that our world is ever changing.
Yet, despite this fear, my spirit remains strong. The humans I know rely on us; we are their faithful companions, their source of strength, and their link to the land. And that connection, that bond, cannot be easily broken.
Though the wind whispers tales of change, my heart holds fast to the traditions that have shaped my world. The familiar clink of harnesses, the warmth of a horse’s breath, the quiet trust of a knowing gaze - these are the true treasures of my world.
I know the future holds both challenges and opportunities. The rumble of the automobile will grow louder, and its shadows will stretch farther across the land. But my world will continue to exist, filled with the simple pleasures and deep-rooted values that have shaped my life.
I am Emma, a Grey Draught mare, and I am proud of my place in this world. My heart may hold onto the past, but my spirit is ready to embrace the future, with every ounce of strength I possess.
