To the bog!

Anyone who's ever been to Ireland has probably experienced the warmth and lovely smell of a turf fire. But to get that turf the bog has to be cut and the pieces laid out to dry. Then turned. And turned again. And stacked. And loaded. And brought home. And stacked again. I'm just experiencing all of this for the first time, so is Eamonn. James has been doing all the work, but Eamonn and I went with him one sunny day to help a bit and check out the bog. The landscape was really beautiful, it's a cool, magical place, hard to describe and pictures don't really do it justice, but here's some anyway of Eamonn and the turf: