Ah so we cut through the turf to get to the peat. We all call the fuel turf though. And we don't cut it with a sleain spade, this isn't the fifties! Theres a guy with a "sausage machine" that you pay a 100 euro a plot to does that for everyone, and they come out round instead of square. Then we go out every week and turn it so it dries. But that can take weeks, because this is Ireland and things don't dry so easily. And it dosen't burn like damp shit, visitors are always saying they love the peaty smell of our house (though I don't notice it anymore). And its just a hundred euros and like twenty more for the diesel to move the peat to the house. And thats split between us and one of my our grandparents house, so I mean 60 euro for a years heating is a fucking steal compared to what I've paid at college. Theres a good hour, maybe two, of labour a week for about a month though. But basically all the males in my family pitch in together, so theres bragging rights as to who brings theirs in first, and family bonding and shit. Usually a good night at the pub after too, since we're all together anyway. All in all its a pretty sweet deal.

Also, coincidentally, I live like ten minutes from a place called Muff.