Pulling a sentimental curtain over the horsefly (cleg) bites that I know you get!
But there are few things as uplifting as hearing the lark's song in a lonely place.
Indian jungle or something it’s called.
She’s good for the soul lads and lasses is the bog.
Recharges the batteries.
Fire the car up on the ditch and leave the phone in it.
Beautiful silence.only the sound of the turfs progress and nature to accompany you.
Ah yes.The bog is heaven.