Despite their goose-stepping they didn’t sink into the bog.

After the First World War forest ploughs like this one turned peat bogs into plantations.

If I hadn’t been able to pull myself out…

Today I passed the Allan Ramsay Inn, Carlops. This is from his 1725 pastoral play/opera ‘The Gentle Shepherd’-

“At a snug thack house, before the door a green; Hens in the midden, ducks in dubs are seen. On this side stands a barn, on that a byre; A peat-stack joins, an’ forms the rural square. The house is Glaud’s; – there you may see him lean, An’ to his divot-seat invite his frien’.”

on my way to visit @BorthwickDave No idea why he calls me #bogboy

Commercial peat cutting, Carnwath, Lanarkshire.

Moss Killer!

…there are masses of mosses in the forest.

There’s a forest of mosses out on the bog.

When trees growing in or near bogs get too big for their roots to anchor them in the peat the wind- “the muckle forester”- fells them with his blows. This one in the lagg fen of Bankhead Moss has finally been axed.