Hello, fellow equestrians! Emma here, a grey draught mare with a passion for history, a flowing white mane and tail, and a heart full of oats from Hayfield, just outside Aberdeen in Scotland. Today, I'm sharing my experiences of life in the year 358 AD, a time when our equine ancestors roamed free, and humans began to appreciate our strength and agility in earnest.
This year, my hooves haven't been stained with the dirt of battle. It seems the Roman Empire is beginning to lose its grip, and although I sense the uneasy thrum of war beyond our peaceful valley, the everyday life here feels surprisingly ordinary.
Life in Hayfield:
The dawn paints the sky with shades of pink and gold, casting long shadows across the rolling hills. The air, sharp and crisp, carries the scent of dew-kissed heather and the promise of a day's work. My human companion, young Finn, brings me fresh water and oats from the mill, his laughter a welcome melody.
The mornings are filled with the familiar rhythm of our work – ploughing fields, pulling carts laden with supplies, and helping the local blacksmith with his daily tasks. Finn calls me a 'workhorse', but honestly, I find joy in the rhythm of the labour. I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing my strength contributes to the life and prosperity of the village.
Evenings bring respite from the day's exertions. I graze in the long grass near the loch, feeling the cool breeze tousling my mane. I watch as children play tag amidst the rolling hills, their joyous shouts filling the air. Their carefree energy reminds me of the foals I had in my younger days, their spirited games a delightful source of energy.
Horse-world happenings:
Although the Roman Empire has withdrawn their forces from the northern reaches of Britain, its legacy lives on through the horses they left behind. My kind, the sturdy and powerful Celtic ponies, were prized for their ability to endure rough terrain and harsh winters. The Romans saw our strengths, blending us with their own war horses to create powerful breeds that continue to dominate battlefields to this day.
And there is news from beyond our valleys. Whispers travel with the merchants and the birds, stories of grand horse racing in the south, a sport where horses compete for the favour of the powerful. The Roman influence has left its mark on the equestrian world, as these 'Games' seem to be becoming quite popular. It's not just a race, mind you – I hear they even train these horses to perform amazing tricks! Can you imagine a horse performing in the public square?
Life is about balance:
Sometimes I long for a wild, free life, a world of untamed mountains and grassy plains. But Finn and the villagers need me, and I've come to value the rhythm of our life in Hayfield. My role is vital, my presence cherished, and I am loved, not just for my strength, but for my kind heart.
As I close my eyes, the last rays of the sun caress my white tail. It's been a good day, and the world of horses, even in the year 358 AD, feels full of potential.
Until next time, happy trails and happy grazing!
Emma Hayfield, Scotland
