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Not that I know- and as a large proportion of our peat bogs are on top of hills and the like I cant imagine it would cost effective to get at it.
Certainly I have never heard of any major peat cutting going on- it a rare sight these days to see peat stacks out drying in the sun let alone loads of it.

This is a hill behind my home town- the top of it is called The Badd. (using google earth)



And this is it from above, the whole top is one massive peat bog, we cross through it going to one of our campsites in the glen beyond.



Do cranberries grow high up in windy conditions prone to snow? I may chuck some about on my way by this summer!

I'm glad to hear the bad guys didn't steal all your peat. I seem to remember they'd invented a giant evil machine that crawled through the bogs grinding them up into fuel pellets and drying them. (They probably would have gotten with it too, if not for those meddling kids!)

The cranberries would grow just fine there, but you probably wouldn't get high yields on the hill tops. One of the the main tricks of growing berries is just the right amount of water during the summer. We grow them in the lowland bogs which would naturally be too soggy, but we dig a network of shallow ditches that drain the top foot of soil so that the ground is always soggy enough that you can squeeze a few drops of water out, but not so wet that there are puddles.

Also they don't grow very well from the seeds. The best way to plant them is to take cuttings from the vines and stick them a couple inches into the peat. They'll root and grow wherever the bark gets wet, giving you berries as early as the second year, not coming into full production until 5 to 7 years, and living for hundreds of years. They're a distant cousin of heather as well as lingon. They'd love Scotland!

those peat bogs simple do not look real.

Looks like another planet

Looks like somebody's been doing a lot of shoveling!

I wonder if you could have aquaponic cranberries in a greenhouse? Cold effects (outside)? Humidity? Heat? Possibility of extended seasons? Ideas just roll out, one after the other, sometimes.... .... I guess water would be a bit too acid for the fish?

dont worry Azriel they dont mean to be rude, but they are men so the subtler things go right over their heads.
I like your story btw

I like the story too. Especially the part about petty and the peat.

they dont mean to be rude, but they are men so the subtler things go right over their heads.

exactly,

Hee hee! thankyou, I get funny ideas late at night, & this was one of them, I actually didnt notice any rudeness ? but, men.....well.....there you go ! It often dawns on them days later

or months

If ever ?!

*sigh*

I've yet to even work out what you two are even referring too in the first place!

see, Mrs Figg,see what I mean ? !!!!!!!!!!!

Fortunetly I have devised a solution to my dilemna.


:drunken:That's better.

I'm awfully angry -- and I don't even know why - women!

or maybe I'm angry because David didn't tell me if acidic water would kill fish or not...

Orwell wrote:I'm awfully angry -- and I don't even know why - women!

or maybe I'm angry because David didn't tell me if acidic water would kill fish or not...

Oh alright, I'll tell you. Just calm down, OK?
You can probably find a pH that doesn't make either the cranberries or the fish too sick, maybe about 5.8 or so, but if you decide you'd like pickled herring you can take the pH down to 4.5 or lower and the cranberries should be just fine.

{{{{As for women problems, you're on your own. If you ever figure them out, please let the rest of us know, OK?}}}}

{{{It's a deal! One of us is bound to find out sooner or later... maybe... some day...}}}

Dont count on it buster !

{{{If I didn't know better, I'd think Azriel could read encrypted messages, Dave! }}}

{{{{{I bet it was that Figgs taught her Orwell! She's got that magic eel (I nicked it to read yours). }}}}}

{{{{{ No! Surely not!!! How could she possibly do THAT??!! }}}}}

{{{She's a witch, that's how! I just knew it! }}}

[[[Note to self: I wondered where that eel had gone. But if that dratted Scotshobbit thinks I'm gonna admit it, he's gravely mistaken. And, of course, he can't read square bracketed encryptions as I've still got that eel safely lodged away. ]]]