Hello everyone! It’s Emma, your friendly neighbourhood grey draught mare, back again with another peek into the past. This time we’re galloping all the way back to the year 534 AD – a time of change and uncertainty, but also one brimming with hope and a newfound sense of freedom for many of our kind.
Now, you might be thinking, "534 AD? That’s so long ago! What could possibly have been happening in the horse world then?"
Well, let me tell you, dear friends, this period in history was no mere yawn. In fact, it was the beginning of a remarkable journey for us horses, a journey that saw our roles evolve in exciting new ways.
As I often say, my memory isn’t quite as sharp as a stallion’s coat after a good roll in the mud, but what I can remember from back then is just how busy life was! Imagine, a world without motorised vehicles, without the comfortable transport of today. Humans relied on us - the sturdy steeds, the nimble ponies, the strong packhorses – for nearly every aspect of life.
I myself lived in a beautiful spot called Hayfield, a small village tucked away in the rolling hills of Scotland, not far from the bustling town of Aberdeen. This was long before the city grew into the modern metropolis we see today. We were close enough to witness the goings-on of the wider world, but far enough to experience the peace of nature, the sweet scent of heather and the wild cry of the Highland winds.
You see, 534 AD marked the early stages of a period known as the "Dark Ages," a name that makes it sound all dreary and hopeless, but in reality, it was a time of incredible transition, where the power of the Roman Empire waned and kingdoms began to emerge across Europe. Now, some of you might be wondering, “What does that have to do with horses, Emma?"
Well, just as kingdoms began to jostle for position and shape their identities, so too did our roles change. It was the age of the Warhorse, a time when knights, clad in shining armour, rode out on horseback to battle, their bravery and skill a crucial part of warfare.
However, I, being a strong and gentle draught mare, was not meant for battle. I was the sturdy backbone of the community. I hauled the farmers’ carts through muddy fields, pulled heavy ploughs, and helped bring crops to market. My strength and endurance were crucial to the lives of the people of Hayfield. It’s a hard job, let me tell you, but an important one!
You see, it wasn’t just the military who valued us. It was everyman, everywoman, who relied on us to keep the wheels of society turning. The church used us for transporting people and supplies, farmers relied on us for everything from tilling the fields to transporting goods. Life was busy, a continuous cycle of work and rest, all powered by our strength and perseverance.
Now, even in this age of such heavy reliance on us, there were those who saw our beauty and potential beyond simply practicality. I’m speaking, of course, about the art of horsemanship. We were the foundation for exciting equestrian events – races, hunting trips, even early versions of riding competitions!
While I wasn't personally known for my galloping speed (not that there weren't fast grey mares around!), I remember watching my younger, more spirited cousins racing against each other in the open fields, their manes flying, hooves beating the ground with such joyous energy.
Even in a world without fancy show rings or Instagram-worthy poses, we, as horses, were recognized for our strength, grace, and intelligence. You see, 534 AD was the beginning of a fascinating chapter in our shared history – the time when humans truly understood their reliance on horses, and we, in turn, began to find a fulfilling and respected place in society.
But there's more to the story. It wasn’t just a period of hard work. We, horses, were deeply connected to our humans, to the community. We lived with them, we ate with them (usually!) and we worked alongside them. In those simpler times, there was a special kind of respect, a shared connection, that can only exist when you rely on each other for survival and progress. It wasn't just about work, you see, it was about partnership, trust and mutual appreciation.
Even today, here in 2023, we may enjoy more comfortable living, with plush stables and the luxury of treats at every corner, but I often find myself wondering if there is something special in those simpler, ancient connections.
This year 534, even though filled with political uncertainty and war, still witnessed the birth of incredible partnerships between horses and humans.
My story in Hayfield, though simple, was woven into the grand tapestry of horse history. We horses helped shape the future, brick by brick, field by field, with each stride and each pulling breath. We were the heartbeat of those ancient societies, a testament to the power of strength, resilience, and unwavering companionship.
Until next time, stay strong, my friends. And remember, a horse’s life, even from a simple mare like myself, is more fascinating than you can imagine!
Yours,
Emma, The Grey Draught Mare from Hayfield.
