成人快手

Took this picture last week. It reminded me of days spent doing the peat. The sun always shone, you sat on the back of the tractor bouncing along the moran or peat bogs to get to your bog. You had a picnic after a few hours and lay back on the grass for a rest. Hoping that not too many ticks were on your thon.
Of course the cutting was done by a gang of men. They had a cooked breakfast, packed lunch with flasks of tea, then dinner with whisky after and money too. They used a treasgair for cutting the peat and the nice row of peats at the top of the bog was called the garaidh. The treasgair isn't used much nowadays as most have converted to oil and the peat cutting tractor has replaced it.
Then they left. I always wondered about that. I always thought there was more work in lifting them to dry them and taking them home. i think the peat cutting gangs got the easy part of the job. Saying that i enjoyed the nights after school going to the peats and then helping do the peat stack. This part is when you get peat in your eye. The peat stack is an art form as people have varying styles.
Then at the end of it you had a supply of fuel to last till you did the peats next year.
I'm sitting in a centrally heated house but would love to have a real fire and tartan legs.