Valentines day is coming up soon and nothing quite says "I love you" like a giant scythe for cutting hay. I got one for N as an early valentines/late chrissy gift and just as well too because for the last month or so we've been stuck with a big paddock full of shoulder-high grass that has set our nerves on edge with thoughts of snakes and grassfires every time we set foot there.
N has set to work studying up on scything techniques on Youtube (I can highly recommend: braid-haired topless Austrian men cutting their way through fields of hay anyone?) In buying the implement it had been my great hope that the years N has devoted to perfecting his golf swing would mean he is quite the dab hand with the scyther, and after much cursing he did come good and "find" his technique. In fact he almost got through an acre of grass before the farmer next door thought he'd help us out and cut the grass for us with his tractor while we were away! Oh well - it'll have to be next year that our dreams of hand-cut hay are realised, and in the mean time there is plenty of blackberry to get our hands stuck into, rather literally.
If you'd like to buy a scythe your true love too then I can say that we bought ours from
here.
