Turf, Mayo

Stayed the night in Westport with friends Séan and Jessica. Today had to go the present prizes in childrens' poetry competition, which I had judged with another poet/playwright. Beautiful drive to Belmullet, with Séan. Stopped just beyond Achill to look at the cut turf, some of it laid out to dry in long rows and some of it stacked in sacks like these. We were both struck by the colour and pattern of the above.