Peat! Now you are talking.
I used to cut it when I lived in Orkney. I loved the process, heading up to the hill to cut in May just as the wild flowers were flowering and the birds were nesting. Strong winds, long days and hopefully sunshine would dry the spread topside sufficiently that they could be raised herring bone stylee, to dry the underside.
All being well, another month or so would see them dry enough to cart home. I think our bank was about 120 yards long, and at it’s deepest taller than me. That would provide about enough fuel for our Rayburn and stove.
The smell was sensational and it provided easily as much heat as logs. When we burned it in my mother’s fire on the main street in Kirkwall, locals and tourists would be seen to stop, sniff and smile.