If you like this check out the poem Digging by Irelands finest , Seamus Heaney , a true reflection of the connection between man and land , man and his community and the admiration of a child of how his Father by his hands provided for his family by hard work , determination and love for both man and land.
아일랜드의 ,,토탄,, 이라는 것에 대하여 알아 봤는데 여러모로 사용되는 좋은 연료더군요, 노천에서 채취하여 적당히 건조시켜 석탄 대용으로 사용하고 인체에 해로운 가스도 없고 연기도 없고 화력은 좋고... 아일랜드에 한번 관광을 가보고 싶네요. 저분들 집에가서 따듯한 차한잔에 난롯가에서 담소도 나누고... 그러고 싶습니다. 두분 오래도록 건강하세요. 아일랜드 가면 연락 드릴게요,
Pour avoir visité l’Irlande, en long et en large depuis au moins 40 ans, je ne me souviens pas avoir vu une aussi belle couche de tourbe ! Quelle dextérité chez ces deux hommes, mais aussi quel dur labeur pour produire une chaleur si douce et une fumée acre si agréable à mon cœur de breton d’adoption. J’adore l’Irlande et les irlandais et ses fameux musiciens. Nous y venons à nouveau en avril prochain du coté de Dungloe et nous en réjouissons d’avance. Merci pour cette belle vidéo.
Barring turf , as a young fellow that was my job. Tough work for a full grown man, at 11 or 12 brutal hard work. No choice but do it ,or else go cold and no way to cook food. Nothing romantic about turf cutting.
Sad to see this still happening. Peat is one of the best carbon stores in the world, with thousands of years of carbon stored in the land. Once it’s released it will take thousands and thousands of years for it to recover. Use more sustainable materials, it’s better for everyone in the long run.
Many a fine summers day spent on the bog in my home county of Laois. I remember my father coming to the bog at lunch time with ham sandwiches, flasks of tea and sald n vinegar crisps. We woukd take a break, bite to eat sup of tea and back at it. We wouldn't leave until all the turf was all reared. Turf heated our house on many a cold damp winters night. How I wish I could go back to those nights when we were all kids and cosy and safe at home with our parents. If you still rear turf with your family remember those days they wont last forever and you wont always be together, and you will miss it when your not. Trust me. Love from Brisbane Australia ❤🇮🇪.
Brings back awful childhood memories. Hard, back breaking work, especially when you 'footed' the turf. Nothing romantic or nostalgic in this scene for me. Even my Dad, who was the most placid, mild mannered man I ever knew, got cantankerous in the moss. I think he hated it as much as the rest of us. But needs must back in time I was growing up.
As a young one on holiday in west cork I remember the men cutting and we all throwing sods left right and centre and a few weeks later come back and stack the sods to dry fabulous days in cork so grateful am I to have a family in that place just loved that
