When I was living out in the sticks of North Devon, peening my scythe was never a problem. The nearest neighbours lived over a mile away and I could hammer away to my heart’s content. Now I live in a terraced house on the edge of town and I’ve got to be a bit more aware of how much everyone else will want to hear the repetitive sound of hammer on steel.
During the summer, Christiane and I were looking for a way for us both to peen together; partly just because we enjoy working together and also so we could work more quickly through the pile of blades we were preparing for a course.
After a bit of thought, we took a walk through the woods behind where I live, found a fallen tree and fitted the peening anvils into the trunk. Very solid and stable, the tree made a perfect base for peening and it was a lovely setting to be in among the woods with the light coming through the leaves. A few dog walkers came over to investigate so we also got a chance to spread the word about the scythe renaissance as well.