Driving Through the Fog/The Mountain Stream/A Day in the Bog
These tunes are in memory of stacking turf in Connemara with Carl’s father. It was always a long day and there always seemed to be fog on their way out from Salthill. He had no sense of direction, which is still the case, and Carl’s guide was the mountain stream which was very close to the bog. What Carl enjoyed most was when the flask of tea that came out when they got a break from the turf.