Oh hey.

Before starting this report I'd like to foreshadow with letting my audience know I'll be using gd pnctution and grmr throughout.

This morning Art, Meyrick, Emily myself and newcomer Mark, made what can only be described as an organic boxing ring at the orchard in Weston. Except where there's normally ropes we had branches. And where there's normally a crash mat, we put leaves. So actually, the only similarity is it's squareness and if I'm totally honest, it wasn't that either.

After fighting a few rounds we were invited to a real life scything demonstration from professor Xavier. He showed us correct sharpening, gripping and swinging technique; it's easy enough, you just move it side to scythe. That poor patch of grass never saw it coming.

Chop.

Post task, we got a nice cup of tree. Sorry, tea. And because I have no time to shoehorn in the puns we came up with, here they are in list form:

Who's scythe are you on? Always look on the briiiight scythe of life. Look at the scythe of his thing!

I'm sure there's more, comment below!

Innit. Aaron