Niall Campbell writes about memory and peat-gathering
"The bog ground was soft underfoot, as though you were walking on a portion of the world that, after all these millennia, was still trying to settle"
"The rain made buttonholes ..."
Such a lovely piece of writing :-)
Yes, beautiful writing, opening a bright crack in time.
Thank you, Jane.
Thank you so much for this - I enjoyed so much your excavation of memory and I love the image of the bog library.
Goodness, I'm a bit tearful from reading this sensitive insight into your childhood memories. It's a beautifully crafted piece.
Kind of you, Heather. Thanks so much.
"The bog ground was soft underfoot, as though you were walking on a portion of the world that, after all these millennia, was still trying to settle"
"The rain made buttonholes ..."
Such a lovely piece of writing :-)
Yes, beautiful writing, opening a bright crack in time.
Thank you, Jane.
Thank you so much for this - I enjoyed so much your excavation of memory and I love the image of the bog library.
Goodness, I'm a bit tearful from reading this sensitive insight into your childhood memories. It's a beautifully crafted piece.
Kind of you, Heather. Thanks so much.