|Harvest Season (Saddlescombe farm)
||[Sep. 7th, 2009|10:35 pm]
I've ridden through there so many times; learning there was an open day, how could I not resist the temptation to stop?|
A donkey wheel; pictures of a pony that did not nothing but walk it for 35 years (sometimes, it's not easy to walk on by).
A surprise to me: seems men walked the wheel too (whenever it was easier than hitching up the horse). Unstated there, yet history records that the women and children would have been out picking flint, for even less return.
And a lesson in a barn, on the theshing floor. Barely listening, too absorbed by the swifts darting overhead.
Still, I learnt enough to know the big door is where stuff for threshng comes in, the small door is where the grain goes out. A proper system, big door for unloading, small door for outgoing product, slats, slots and batterns to keep a low draft going.
And a sense of history, fanned by a sudden understanding of where the word 'threshold' comes from.