My uncle is a turf cutter, at some point during the year he banks 500 bucks a day trucking his cuttings about to people who want it. https://en.wikipedia.org/w

My uncle is a turf cutter, at some point during the year he banks 500 bucks a day trucking his cuttings about to people who want it. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peat https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peat It smells indescribably delicious, that's why. You'll feel like an authentic citizen of Westeros if you have a turf fire. Especially during the winter. Those little plastic brick things are for the elderly. If anybody wants a cargo of real turf in Cork county hit me up and I'll get my uncle to contact you. He should send bricks through the post to convert people.