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I also remember the wonderful smell of burning peat😅
ОтветитьAh the good old days
Ответить.......and the peat.......aaahhhhhhh the peat.
ОтветитьI was in Scotland for a couple weeks ago, a few years back. I loved every second. I never selpt that good in my life. The streams that were everywhere were this gorgeous Orange Color because of the Peat. One of the most beautiful places in the World... but... Peat is a very dirty, highly carbon-inefficient fuel, more so even than coal.
ОтветитьSir, I’m not sure how to contact you directly. But if you would like, I’d be happy to discuss further an opportunity to speak more about your experience on the bogs. I’m making a short doc for Netflix. Let me know. Thank you!
ОтветитьIs this only possible in Ireland and neighboring refions
ОтветитьIt would turn into oil in many many years woudlnt it?
Ответить(im canadian so im a little in awe and confused af) So, peat is soil mixed with vegetation that decomposes and you can use it for fueling fire?
ОтветитьHow does one know the difference between peat and regular mud?
Ответитьthats the coal house i used to say
Ответитьwe have an Irish Pete working with us - he is from donegal way!
ОтветитьU can burn dirt for warmth? Odd
ОтветитьJust watched a show about this on TG4. The EU wants to force country people to stop cutting turf without providing them any alternatives. Does the abuse of Irish people ever stop?
ОтветитьSo best
ОтветитьLiving on an island cutting it up and burning it down
ОтветитьI'll take some of your peat in my whisky boys, thanks.
ОтветитьI forget the name of the tune
Ответитьjust picture it as chocolate mousse
ОтветитьSEEKSDAY HAURS
ОтветитьSimple , hardworking folks !! Who lived a simple but fruitful life . God Bless
ОтветитьEven after the forest fell she gave to those who could find what remained of her.
ОтветитьI know it is hard work, but they make it look so easy.
ОтветитьThank you for posting, another good one. Family gathering had so many positives ... hard work with benefits, memories, chats with grandparents learning the stories.
ОтветитьNot too clued up on peat but is this NOT very fertile landscape thats being harvested? A type of deforestation.?
ОтветитьSo, who has fallen into a moss hole then?
ОтветитьWe have peat bogs here at the Easternmost point in North America in Lubec, Maine but they are off-limits and protected by the Government. They won't let anyone have any of it. Sad
ОтветитьDamn, now I want to take some fine gal for a peat-harvesting date. I would cut turf and she'd put it together. Wind in our hair, the birds singing and that music playing in the background... anything more romantic ?
ОтветитьI can smell the burning turf with its smell of the great natural earth when staying at me Grandparents in Co.Mayo. Our Ancestors were made of BLOOD - SWEAT -@- TEARS. I'm proud to be IRISH born and bred -@- can feel the turf fire in my IRISH HEART -@- SOUL. Thank you -@- God Bless You for price of nostalgia..☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️
ОтветитьI remember helping my father and grandfather out many a weekend in the moss. Loaf of bread and jar pickled onions and Tayto cheese and onion crisps to eat. A bottle of 'mineral' (as Granny called lemonade) and we were set for the day. Wonderful wonderful times and it's a shame today's families can't experience it as much
ОтветитьMany a summer I spent on the mountain when I was a boy. The smell of TVO fumes drifting across the moss on a warm, calm evening cannot be beaten in my opinion. It also meant you were finally drawing the turf home so the slavery would soon end for another year! The midges on the other hand, weren’t as welcome or so fondly remembered!
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