female gazing extra: sexy scything

Thu, Apr 30, 2015

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It seems that all (ie, a couple) of the hot guys onscreen at the moment are into reaping. Above is Matthias Schoenaerts in Far from the Madding Crowd, and this is Aidan Turner in the new BBC adaptation of Poldark:

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That image is actually from the production, with a makeup artist touching up some dirt or bruises, but I assure you, Cap’n Ross is shirtless through the actual scene. Alas, Schoenaerts remains fully clothed (but still delicious).

Two examples are perhaps only a coincidence. A third will confirm sexy scything as a trend. Perhaps some will pop up in Outlander or Turn? Redcoats really are all the rage at the moment, so the era is right for some more hot agriculture…

(Poldark has just finished up its BBC run and is available on iPlayer. It’s coming to PBS in the U.S. in June.)

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Danielm80

Thu, Apr 30, 2015 5:13pm

And somewhere in Hollywood, The Book of Ruth: The Miniseries just got a green light.

LaSargenta

Thu, Apr 30, 2015 6:28pm

Not to mention that bit in Anna Karenina (the book, I don’t know if it made it into the movie)…

Next morning Konstantin Levin got up earlier than usual, but he was detained giving directions on the farm, and when he reached the mowing-grass the mowers were already at their second row.

From the uplands he could get a view of the shaded cut part of the meadow below, with its grayish ridges of cut grass, and the black heaps of coats, taken off by the mowers at the place from which they had started cutting.

Gradually, as he rode towards the meadow, the peasants came into sight, some in coats, some in their shirts mowing, one behind another in a long string, swinging their scythes differently He counted forty-two of them.

They were mowing slowly over the uneven, low-lying parts of the meadow, where there had been an old dam. Levin recognized some of his own men. Here was old Yermil in a very long white smock, bending forward to swing a scythe; there was a young fellow, Vaska, who had been a coachman of Levin’s, taking every row with a wide sweep. Here, too, was Tit, Levin’s preceptor in the art of mowing, a thin little peasant. He was in front of all, and cut his wide row without bending, as though playing with the scythe.

Levin got off his mare, and fastening her up by the roadside went to meet Tit, who took a second scythe out of a bush and gave it to him.

“It’s ready, sir; it’s like a razor, cuts of itself,” said Tit, taking off his cap with a smile and giving him the scythe.

RogerBW

Fri, May 01, 2015 11:21am

I learned the basics of scything last year (Austrian, not the heavy English scythe shown here) but must confess I haven’t done it bare-chested. It’s great fun, and decent exercise too.