Subtitled ‘A Little Book of Memories’, that is exactly what this book is, a reminisce of a life that is rapidly, if not already, disappearing. Days spent cutting, turning and drying turf on the bog, peaty sandwiches and cups of tea. Something that can never be replicated once lost.
As the writer Delores says,
‘My Grandmother used to say that ‘Heat is half your food’ meaning hunger isn’t half as bad when you’re warm.
So it got me thinking, a day on the bog was exactly that. A whole day! So what did you eat?
As the ban on turf cutting tightens and oil and gas take over our homes a way of life will be forgotten forever. This is not a book about the flora and fauna of the bog, no this is abut a memory of food, of family, of home.’