My last article on scything caused plenty of interest so I’ll post some more. Whilst at the Weald and Downland Museum over the weekend I took the opportunity to demonstrate scything – partly because I was allowed to cut some nice grass and partly because I’ve always found cutting the grass is very therapeutic and relaxing. With a scythe – even more so!
Yes, working barefoot is also a great experience, but of course you need grass that allows it – most of the areas I cut are thistle or nettle beds, so not such a great experience. Visitors are always amazed and assume it’s very dangerous to scythe barefoot. Most amusing. They inevitably shuffle further away once it dawns on them that actually they are more at risk from my blade than I am!
Just for once the weather broke and it was very windy. The grass was not long but quite tufty/tussocky and varied in nature. More used to being grazed by sheep than being cut with a blade, which made it quite challenging to cut well – for me anyway.
Hidden in the grass was the occasional South Downs flint – thrown no doubt by bored children in a rather ironic inversion of the centuries of clearing these fields by removing them. Just one stone caught by the blade will rub down it and dull almost the whole length, so frequent honing required to keep the blade performing well.