Things We Love

photo 2There are certain combinations of sensory stimuli that don’t happen anywhere else. The green you hear about can’t be overstated. It is THAT green! On any given day where there’s a little bit of a chill you’ll smell the turf cooking in someone’s  fireplace. The turf, or peat for the curious is, as taken from wikipedia an accumulation of partially decayed vegetation or organic matter that is unique to natural areas called peatlands or mires. There’s nothing like the scent, especially when you’re out on a walk or even nursing a pint. I happen to love it. I’m not alone.

About The Curtis / McCullough Contingency

We're a family out of southern California transported into Connemara, Ireland. This is our story of why, when, where and how & hopefully a well attended to living narrative of life v 3.0. My hope is that it will be less of an operating manual and travelogue and more of a personal outlet that leads a viewer to reverse engineer the content to put together their own unique picture of what they might be going through if they were in our shoes.
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7 Responses to Things We Love

  1. Barnaby Finch says:

    They use peat to malt the barley for single malt scotch if you’re on one of those remote, windswept, lovely Scottish islands, like Islay (pronounced eye-luh). It makes for a wonderful seaweed, iodine, earthy taste that is a challenge for the beginner, but is much prized by the malt enthusiast. I bet it’s gorgeous where you are!



  2. Stochia Henson says:

    So happy for you all!!!


  3. Marty says:

    Hey there Mr. Dave…Marty here. So glad to hear the news that you and the family have landed safe and sound in the Land of Éire! Interesting observations and notes. Hang in there. the first few steps of a new voyage are the most uncertain. Connemara looks interesting. Plans to visit the National Park? Be sure to check out the works of John O’Donohue. Native son, universally admired poet and philosopher. Love to the Wife, love to the kiddos…Stay in touch! Love, Mart and Suz


  4. Joe says:

    I’ve known about peat for a long time, Dave. I sing a song called the Princess and the Frog, an Irish twist on the old fairy tail. One of the lines goes like this…

    One day a beautiful princess, was walkin’ on the bog
    on a slab o’peat, who should she meet, but Fred the talkin’ frog.


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