Swing, swing, rake, rake...
This week the NCVs set off to finish scything the wildflower verge at Glasshouses. The longer it is left the more likely it is to get soggy and difficult to cut, rake and burn. Would this third day of swinging their scythes get the job done? Let's see shall we?......
Tools and barrows were all out and ready for use as the NCVs arrived.
No time to waste. Liz was going to be cracking the whip today!
First up, sharpen your scythes.
OK Phil - on your marks, get set, GO!
Ruth started raking the first of many, many, many grass rolls...
Dave, making sure his swing was sufficiently swingy.
Their prunings were cleared up by dynamic duo Ros K and Brenda.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the middle of the verge, Graham and Alistair practised their roles as two of the three little pigs in the forthcoming pantomime 'Who's afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf?'
THEN a house of sticks. This stage set simply won't do.
At lunchtime Ros E. realised that she had, once again, left her yogurt spoon at home.
A sanitised finger had to be deployed.
Please be aware - anti-viral goo does not taste nice.
"Excuse me - what's this? Never mind a post prandial snooze -
there is plenty more grass to be cut at the other end of the verge
and that fire will not tend itself!"
And so they raced off - a cavalry of three additional
scythers to assist the three already in place. Hurray! We are saved!
We may just get the cutting finished!
We are almost there. Keep going!
And THAT IS THAT!!!!
Well. Not quite. All these little haystacks still need shifting.
But that could easily be done another time......
So YES! A third day was (just about) all that was needed, thanks to the muscle power of the NCVs. They walked back to the barn with aching arms, secure in the knowledge that the scythes could now be put away - until next summer.
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