One of the keys to efficient, easy mowing is a sharp blade acheived through peening and sharpening with whetstones. But how sharp is sharp? This year for the Somerset Scythe Festival there was talk of having a peening competition which, I’m glad to say, didn’t take place. For me peening is something to be done carefully with awareness and not to be rushed. I teach that peening is a relaxing activity that you undertake at the end of the day to take time to connect with and care for your scythe. Peter Vido calls it “my very enjoyable centering period of a summer’s day”.
So I was pleased that this was forgotten on the day but there was a certain tension in the air when Richard Brown unveiled his ‘Sharpometer’ based on a spring balance pulling a loop of cotton thread against the sharpened scythe blade. Since a scythe should be cutting with a slicing action I’m not sure how relevant the test was but it was a curiously fascinating device that we couldn’t tear ourselves away from and provided some good-natured competition on Saturday.
We discussed various improvements to the device and experiments that could be conducted to see the effects of
mowing and honing in the field on the blade’s sharpness. It was also interesting to see how a brand-new blade had a very high (and therefore poor) score. I had been keeping a couple of my scythe blades to sharpen during the festival weekend so once they were finished I carefully sharpened and honed them with the whetstones before putting one on the sharpometer. After my first try, I realised there was just the merest burr still left on the edge so I polished this away and reduced the force required from 280g to 200g, with only Richard himself getting a lower ‘score’ with 180g (for comparison, a new stanley knife blade was measured at 160g).
With this kind of test we are peening the blade extremely thinly to offer least resistance to the thread. In real life, I peen the edge to suit the kind of vegetation I am cutting; a very fine edge for grasses and a steeper bevel angle for tougher work such as nettles, brambles or cereals. This is where it is useful to have separate scythe blades for different occasions.
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I’m heading off this week on holiday – to go mowing! Christiane and I are driving to Valašské Klobouky in South Moravia, close to the Slovakian border to take part in a volunteer project run by
The production company for ‘Anna Karenina’ have decided they want 30 extras for the mowing scene with Levin. At the beginning of the week I was commissioned to make the straight Russian-style snaths for everyone. Since time is short and I’m away next week, I set off to collect the poles straight away.
to match with the tang angle. With wild wood like this, each snath will be unique and it’s an interesting process to make the most of the natural kinks and curves.
Once I’d sorted out a plan for the day and started people off, I went back over to the orchard with Gill Barron and Beth Tilston to finish the mowing there and turn the grass we cut during the course on Saturday. After being occupied all that day with teaching it was a treat to be mowing myself and I was looking forward to being part of the ‘team’. The grass was already drying well in the hot sun hay and fluffed up a treat on it’s way to making hay.
By the time we got back to the meadow the team was well under way and a third of the grass was already cut. When mowing in a team, the first person sets off with their swath and, once they’ve got a safe distance ahead the second person starts to follow. After a time, the next person goes and the mowing is staggered. It’s thought that the song ‘One man went to mow, went to mow a meadow..’ is about team mowing and indicates when the first mower (‘one
man went..’), second mower (‘two man went..’) and so on, should start. Since the rows were quite short here, we opened up extra swaths across the meadow to start two and even three team during the day.
scythe and given some instruction to get them involved. It’s no substitute for a proper training course but enough to start people off and give them the bug.
After everyone else had gone home Gill, Beth & I finished the day off by collecting yellow rattle seed from the other meadows for sowing in the autumn. A brilliant weekend that I can’t wait to repeat.
The importance of this became obvious both in the set-up and as we went into the field. We adjusted the handgrip positions for several people to make the mowing more comfortable and spent some time early in the day on reviewing sharpening. We were mowing again in the orchard and it was amazing to see how much the grass had grown from the course at the end of May and how much the compost heap had shrunk.
The new growth was lovely to learn with and by the afternoon session we were mowing the longr grass which gave students a chance to see the difference of cutting different vegetation. It is always very satisfying for me to see everyone improving and enjoying mowing through the day and we once again cut a huge amount of grass. As the weather was so good we spread the grass out to make hay.
It was tempting to carry on and complete the meadow but time was moving on and we still had the blade peening to cover. To avoid overloading folk I keep this to a short demonstration of peening with the jig and the common pitfalls. It’s enough at this stage and I want to give as much time as possible to practising the actual mowing technique.
It’s summertime and the living is a bit hectic but exciting with all the current scythe goings-on so not much time for making. Charlie and I are getting close to finishing the cleft-oak signposts and, when I get a spare moment, I fit in some of my own work – more on that another time.
In amongst all the other goings-on at this year’s Somerset Scythe Festival was a woman searching out extras for a scene in the new Anna Karenina film starring Jude Law and Keira Knightley. By all accounts there’s a scene featuring the grass being cut by scythe and the production team are looking for people who can mow to take part when it’s filmed later in the year.
Ms Knightley offered, amongst other things, to grow a beard for the part, his services as ‘ancient crops consultant’ and access to his own fields of ancient wheat for filming!




I was dragged in to a last-minute ‘rest of the world’ raggle-taggle of mowers for the team-mowing event. Fortunately this is one of the less serious races and we came in last with the East of England taking first place. This was followed by ‘blind mowing’, another new event and one with dubious justification. Four mowers bravely allowed a random selection of rags to be tied over their eyes and then attempted to mow a
small area. The actual mowing isn’t a problem as the scythe blade stays in contact with the ground, it’s walking in a straight line and finding all the grass that is the challenge. Simon Damant was first to finish while our own Paul Kingsnorth was allowed to bow out gracefully after losing track of his meadow in the increasing fog of well-intentioned but often conflicting directions being shouted at him.
In recent years the number of women has been steadily increasing and with it the quality of that competition. I’ve heard that within their small group the rivalry is friendly but intense with no quarter given. This year Andi Rickard was quickest with 5min20 and also picked up the Women’s Quality Cup in the process.
In the men’s section, the talk is of who will topple Simon Damant who has been champion for the last 3 years. All eyes were on 7’6” George Montague, who’s scythe blade was snapped clean in half last year under his raw power. But it was his stablemate Andy Coleman who had the combination of strength and technique with the grass literally flying off his blade to finish in 1min54, the same time as George but with 8 marks for quality as compared to 4.
his quickest time but the rain produced a remarkably heavy sward which slowed all the competitors and left even the best out of breath.




