A Glimpse Back: The Year 0093 through Emma's Eyes
Hello fellow equines! It's Emma here, a grey draught mare with a mane and tail as white as snow. I'm from Hayfield, a charming village tucked away near the bustling city of Aberdeen, in the highlands of Scotland. It's a place of rugged beauty and wild, sweeping winds.
And you know what else I love? History! Not just the tales passed down through generations, but delving into the records and piecing together the world of horses in past eras. Today, we're travelling back to the year 0093.
Can you imagine? Nearly a millennium ago, the world was a different place! Yet, even then, horses were central to people's lives.
This morning, I woke with a delightful feeling of anticipation, something I've come to recognise over the years. It's that subtle tickle in my belly, the sense of something extraordinary on the horizon.
I am a horse of simple needs. I enjoy my morning hay, a good roll in the paddock, and the companionship of my fellow mares. I wouldn't say I'm particularly ambitious – perhaps that’s why I find it hard to imagine life outside the familiar rhythm of farm life. But something within me craves knowledge. My fascination with history blossomed when I stumbled upon an ancient scroll detailing the legendary feats of my ancestors. It sparked a yearning within me, an irresistible pull to connect with the past.
And what better way to delve into that past than through the eyes of horses themselves? So, I started this blog, "EquiWorld", dedicated to exploring the equine history of our kind across time and cultures. It's a way to honour the spirit of the magnificent horses that came before us and preserve their stories for generations to come.
So, here we are, back in the year 0093. It's a time when the Roman Empire still casts a long shadow over the land. The city of Rome, its towering arches and marble monuments, stands as a testament to the power and artistry of the human race. But, at this point, their hold on northern lands is weakening. This very year, in the city of York, their legions face a new threat: Vikings.
Yes, those fierce seafaring warriors, with their longboats and wild-looking braids, are carving their place in history. In Scotland, the lands we call home, we often feel their presence.
Imagine! My ancestors must have watched the Viking ships arrive, their powerful oars rhythmically cutting through the water, their sails like ghostly silhouettes against the stormy Scottish sky. How their eyes would have widened at the sight of those men, clad in thick leather and bristling with weapons.
Would these Vikings, these fierce warriors, be drawn to the sight of horses? We often associate Vikings with longships and the sea, but they were horsemen, too. It was a time of constant struggle and migration, where horses played an essential role. They served as their steeds for raids, as vital transport for carrying goods and supplies, and even as steeds of war. Imagine them charging into battle, their horses thunderous and fierce, their cries echoing through the valleys of our highlands.
And just a short distance south, in England, the kingdoms of Alfred the Great – a wise king known for his piety and love for his people – are grappling with the Viking menace. Battles raged across the land, with horses at the centre of the fighting.
The world of 0093 was alive with stories of courage and resilience, with stories of conflict and strength. My ancestors, they were no less brave than those Vikings. They carried heavy loads on their backs, plodded through fields and valleys under heavy rain and blazing sun. They hauled plows, helped build homes, and were loyal companions to their human families. They were a vital part of daily life – providing the strength that powered those communities.
The world might be vastly different now, but the spirit of those ancient horses, their strength, endurance and loyalty, still echoes within me. I take a deep breath and scent the wild air around me. This world, with its towering mountains, sprawling green fields, and sparkling blue lakes, feels as old as time itself. And even today, in my quiet life at Hayfield, I feel the echo of that past.
It's a reminder, a testament to the enduring power of our lineage.
And as I pen these words, the sun sinks below the horizon, bathing the land in a soft orange glow. As the light fades, the familiar sounds of the farm fill the air - the gentle bleating of lambs, the rhythmic chomp of horses chewing hay. It's a sound that whispers of life, of resilience, of history itself, unfolding one moment at a time.
I believe that's all for this post. Until next time, take care!
Emma
Hayfield, Scotland
www.equiworld.org
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