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I'm having an interesting learning experience: every day when the weather is reasonable I go out and cut a few square metres of the awful mess that counts as our back garden. With a scythe.
I can't say it looks good -- I leave tufts of vegetation all over the place, and it's hard to see what's been cut, and what's just lying down -- but there's certainly a difference.
The scythe was hanging in the barn when we bought the house. It fits me quite well. It probably belonged to the owner before last -- the carpenter. Somehow I don't think the plumber we bought it of would care much for scythes.
I can't say it looks good -- I leave tufts of vegetation all over the place, and it's hard to see what's been cut, and what's just lying down -- but there's certainly a difference.
The scythe was hanging in the barn when we bought the house. It fits me quite well. It probably belonged to the owner before last -- the carpenter. Somehow I don't think the plumber we bought it of would care much for scythes.
