One of my early blog posts from 2019, before we moved onto the croft, was about us wanting to buy an Austrian scythe to work the land.
It feels like another milestone achieved in that our first scythe arrived in the post a few days ago.
Of course, once husband had assembled and peened the scythe (oooh, technical scythy term there 😊) it was clearly time to don the silly face and swoop around the croft like DEATH from a Terry Pratchett novel.
It was a mercy for us all that he doesn’t own a hoodie…
(Dog watching in trepidation from the safety of the caravan).
On a more serious note, it was lovely to watch him cutting a swathe through the reed clumps with an increasingly confident, relaxed swing. No petrol fumes, no engine noise, no protective face shield.
Just the sound of the birds, the burble of the burn and the gentle swishing noise of the blade through the weeds.
Every bit as good as we’d imagined.
Ravencroft Skye 
Was he Sassanknackered when he finished 😃
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Groan.. 😊
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I suppose you just scythed about doing nothing 😆
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Now all he needs is a horse named Binky and several adopted problem children.
I do love to see the skill involved in using hand tools. I wish my partner was not so attached to his noisy machines.
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Ha ha! Noisy machines do have their place. But it’s so much nicer without if there’s a manual alternative that does the job without a huge amount of extra effort.
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😂
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