There would be an open fire in the Living Room for warmth, and the stove in the kitchen not only gave warmth but was also used for all the cooking.
For most folk, the work began in May and carried on throughout the summer until August. It was enjoyable in many ways, but the work was hard too.
The peat would be turfed either late April, or early May, when they would be cut. They were laid out to dry; lifted into 'wigwams' when the top part was dry; gathered when they were totally dry; and then taken home in the trailer.
I have so many happy memories of being on the moor: watching the men cutting; helping with the lifting, the gathering and the filling of the tractor trailer when the peats were ready for coming home. I also remember the picnics. Tea has a very special taste when you drink it on the moor. Maybe it's the dust landing in the cup. Or maybe (eek!) it's the beasties that find their way into the cup. Yuck!
Here are some photos of us out in the peats this year. I will post more when we've lifted them. (the peats; not the photos!)
First we loaded into the Big Brother's pick-up. The riff-raff were chucked into the back!
The peat bank is turfed first. Here's the Big Brother turfing with a spade and DR throwing the turf into the low part of the bank. These turfs are useful if the ground is very wet and boggy.
Here's this part of the peat bank ready for cutting. The tool in the foreground is the peat iron. You'll see it in action in the next photos.
And here's an action shot! The Big Brother is still turfing. The Builder is cutting and DR is throwing the newly cut peat where it will lie until it dries.
Here are peats lying on the top of the bank.
We need: wind - check! and sun - uuuhh... let's forget that one for now, shall we!
Some bog cotton and .... a peat!
Heather in bloom
The Builder cutting; DR throwing the peats; Big Brother turfing - ahead of the others
The obligatory picnic! Please excuse facial expressions!
Excuses are as follows: sun in eyes; wind in faces; food in mouths!
Cutting the peats is man's work. Always was. Still is. That's why the Builder and his Big Brother are slogging away and......
I'm sitting in the sun.
Hang on a minute....something's not right here!
The peat bank done. You can see the layers in the newly-cut bank: the top layer is the turf; then there are two layers showing where each layer of peats have been cut
And so we headed home
One of the villages from the peat road. The Atlantic can be seen in the backgound.
I'm sorry there are so many photos. I hope this post didn't bore you, but I couldn't decide between the ones I took.