Jackie and I sat around playing our tunes new and old tonight. There he was in in his coat and wellies and hat playing beautiful music.
The playlist included:
Jackie and I sat around playing our tunes new and old tonight. There he was in in his coat and wellies and hat playing beautiful music.
The playlist included:
First the turf is skinned, then cut, then footed and when dry it is loaded. Check out the link on footing; there’s some hilarious quotes. (“It’s like the recession: you can look at it whatever way you want but there’s no easy way out”. And “It’s 4 sods that make up a central supporting structure, sort of like the U2 360 claw.”)

So what could be more Irish than tossing turf in the bog? I was over the moon to be on the work crew. In Canada a bog is lowland; marshland. In Ireland Bog is where there is turf or peat or sod. It is decomposed vegetation which can be burned in the fireplace. It can be on top of a mountain. And it covers 1/6 of Ireland.
Jackie, Annie Jason. Anthony, Joe and myself were the crew. Joe provided the tractor and wagon. The rest of us provided strong backs. It is cut in April or May then footed and left to dry then collected in the fall for your winter heat source.

It was an absolutely gorgeous day : +15 and sunny. It is hard work tossing it into the trailer but you get in a rhythm and go. Better than using a horse and cart. It took less than 2 hours to get the first load in. Jackie had previously referred to it as “The biggest pile of shit I’ve ever seen!” To be true some was quite damp but more than half had dried nicely.

Foots of turf
Of course there is food involved so we returned to the farm for “tea” which was the tea, and sandwiches and biscuits. It is very rural here and we were on back roads. Every passing car was met with a comment as such: “Oh that’s Bridie Taylor, she just lost her husband in the spring.” Or that’s Dan Daly – he’s getting a load of hay”. Great fun with the locals! Note what a eautiful valley that Castleisland is behind the crew.


I called into The Half Barrel to chat with publican Kathleen O’Connor. Looks like we’ll play there on Fair Day, Tuesday November 1st. John Lordon was having a pint so I jopined him to talk politics, history, stories and not much in general – just fun pub talk. Then I visited with Joe & Ellen Herlihy. I guess I am going with Joe, Jackie and Annie to the bog tomorrow. Back at the farm Jackie and I played our favourite tunes; The Galway Reel, Josephine Keegan’s No. 1, Cosa Mulligan, The Morning Mist Hornpipe, The Spotted Dog Jig, Eddie Kelly’s No. 2, and so on. Jackie is quite excited about his new Danish Quadrille.

The Tuesday session featuring Jackie and Terrance is flying. Nine musicians arrived to a fairly packed house. Betty O’Connell is running the bar now and doing a mighty job. Can you say “slides and polkas”? It is Co. Kerry after all. A new face to me is Sean Browne who is handy on the box.




It’s Monday and I can’t wait to play at Flannagan’s in Brosna. I pull into the farm in Castleisland and meet Jackie and Annie. Don’t the have two new grandchildren since last year Mary has a boy (that makes 3) and Margaret has a girl (that also makes 3). The girl is Emma. Jackie and I get right to it playing the old tunes and the new ones. “I haven’t played that reel since I last saw You” says Jackie.
I drive Jackie’s Volkswagon Golf to Brosna and Terrance will drive it home. We had a roaring night of music with all the old friends; Dave Dooley on whistle, Terrance McQuinn on banjo Myself on fiddle, banjo and vocals, Paddy from Scotland on mandolin and vocals and Jackie O’Connor on box. And most people in the bar sang a song for us. An altogether great night!