Greetings, fellow equine enthusiasts! Emma here, your resident historian from Hayfield near Aberdeen. It's time to saddle up and journey back in time to the year 0644 AD! This is the year I'm focusing on for my equine blog because it holds a very special significance in the annals of our horsey history, particularly in these parts of the world. Buckle up, my darlings, it's a thrilling ride ahead!
Life on the Highland Farm:
In 0644 AD, the world was a very different place than the bustling modern one we know. We horses lived in the shadow of our masters, serving their every need. My life was a simple one, a routine of farm work. We’d be up before sunrise, pulling the plough to till the fields, or hauling heavy loads of timber and hay for our masters. In those days, life for a horse was a bit more work-oriented and a bit less "dressage and show" but don't get me wrong, the camaraderie between us horses made up for the hard work.
Now, let's not forget, I’m a grey mare with a white mane and tail, so I wasn't just any old workhorse. I had my own unique qualities, the kind that made me stand out from the rest. I wasn't just strong, but graceful, too, thanks to my proud Highland lineage.
You see, the Scots of that time prized their horses, not just for their hardiness but also for their beauty. We were not just tools; we were partners, a key component of their way of life. A good horse meant good fortune. That’s how it felt, at least.
A Time of Change and Conquest:
As I harnessed my strength to plough the fields, there was an unspoken sense of anticipation in the air. This wasn’t just the feeling of a busy farming season, it was something much larger, much more powerful. My master, Donald, would share whispers about the Northumbrian King, Oswiu. This mighty king was consolidating power, pushing north towards our little Scottish Highlands. It was a time of fear and uncertainly, a change in the very fabric of our lives.
But the year 0644 also marked the beginning of the rise of the Picts, a warrior tribe of strong men who made excellent riders and whose horse-powered movements were swift and relentless. The Picts knew the lands better than anyone. They were nimble, fearless and swift on their steeds, challenging the authority of the Northumbrian King.
Horses in Battle:
0644 was the year of the Battle of Dun Nechtain, an epic clash between the forces of King Oswiu and the Picts led by King Bridei. Imagine it - horses thundering over rugged landscapes, riders fierce and focused, a clash of steel on steel that resonated through the very mountains themselves!
These battles were as much about horses as they were about men. Our kind provided a swift means of movement, allowing armies to conquer vast distances. The way these ancient horse breeds were used for raiding, transportation, and communication shows that they weren’t merely 'beasts of burden' - they were strategical components in warfare! The brave horses, with their strength and spirit, played a pivotal role in forging the destiny of nations!
The Aftermath of Battle:
The aftermath of the Battle of Dun Nechtain shook the Highlands. The Picts emerged victorious, driving back the Northumbrian king. We horses bore witness to the celebration, the cheers and shouts that echoed in the hills as victory was declared. It was a day of elation for the Picts, and for us, their faithful steeds. The bravery of the horses was not forgotten, we were the champions who made victory possible.
Looking Forward:
Though we had barely stepped into the 7th century, our horsey journey was far from over. Our stories continued to unfold through the generations. Though wars came and went, one thing remained constant - the horses were always there, standing strong, side-by-side with humans through triumph and defeat.
The echoes of the year 0644 continued to be felt in the world around me. The Picts flourished for centuries, shaping the Highlands with their strong bond to the land and their loyal horse-partners. My offspring, with their strength and spirit inherited from generations of Highland horses, would eventually go on to serve as loyal companions to Scottish Highlanders for centuries to come.
So, fellow horse enthusiasts, I hope this peek into the year 0644 has been illuminating. Remember, even the most insignificant moment in history, for a horse or a human, contributes to the grand tapestry of our lives. Keep exploring, keep learning, and keep sharing your passion for all things equine!
Until next time, keep those hooves tapping!
**Love,
Emma**
From the Archives of EquiWorld: The Scottish Pony
We're a little short on historical data this century, but for those interested in a little further exploration into the 7th century in Scotland and beyond, there are a few gems in EquiWorld archives for you! Here are a couple to add to your reading list:
The Legacy of the Celtic Pony - Delves into the rich and deep lineage of the Celtic pony, ancestors to many of the iconic breeds we know today! You'll find insight into their versatility, hardiness, and enduring presence in Scottish history
Highland Ponies - A Breed for All Seasons - This blog post delves into the distinct history of the Highland Pony. With stories of their endurance, adaptability, and the special bond with their human companions, you'll see why this pony truly embodies the rugged spirit of Scotland.
Let's take a little moment for the mighty Highland ponies, our kin from Scotland! I'm going to take a quick trot through our pastures with the morning dew sparkling, I encourage you to go for a gentle walk and contemplate the past as you look out across your fields too. We have a great lineage to celebrate.
Yours in horses,
Emma
About Emma:
Emma is a lovely, kind, 20-year-old grey draught mare. Her history is shared on the EquiWorld blog, but little else is known. Her story has captured the imagination of equestrians across the globe and sparked an interest in horsemanship, history, and a passion for horses in general. Her gentle manner and inquisitive mind shine through each blog post and it seems like this old mare will continue to teach us a thing or two!
