At one packed event at a restaurant in Manchester a fire marshal turfed out the audience, and when it decamped to the car park the candidate's team did not have so much as a bullhorn on hand to drown out hecklers and enable his voice to be heard.The former senator from Pennsylvania also showed that he has a tin ear.
There is a turf fire in the grate, the sods brought from Lough Neagh for Christmas.
They'd been out all morning, scaling the cliffs with numb hands, fighting the wind, and now they were sharing a sandwich and a bottle of stout over a turf fire.
Splash out and stay at Ballynahinch; curl up and read a chapter by a smokey turf fire and walk yourself to near exhaustion next day in the surrounding boggy landscapes.
There they join in the custom of the cuaird -- which, they explain, derives from the old Gaelic word for visiting but involves much more than that: "The dark was forgotten, the rain unheard, the wind that tunneled along the black and winding roads blew unnoticed, for the cuaird was on, the kettle was boiling above the turf fire, and the tart was being brought from the oven".
However, in June 1821 someone set fire to the "turf and pasture", and permanently destroyed the island's grazing, with gales blowing much of the island's soil into the sea.
The passages look desolate and bare – our bedroom, a great room of the ground floor, would have looked gloomy when we were shown into it but for the turf fire that was burning in the wide old chimney".
Although there have been no arrests in Takira's case, the Hartford police chief, Bruce P. Marquis, has said investigators believe that she was caught in the cross-fire of a turf war between drug dealers.
This is the original part of the inn: more turf fires, a black range, time-worn wooden chairs, the sort of place which turns lousy weather (or a sore throat) into an excuse to settle in for the duration.
To read O'Brien is not only to succumb to her sibyl's vision of other people's fates, it's to fall under the spell of her singular, potent language, which clings to the tactile realities of another century's earthier, guiltier sensibility — to bogs and turf fires, to poverty and proud airs, lust and furtive passions.
