The Peatbog; 'tin of shame', 5 pm 3rd Jan, Dad helped me find the exact location, and to bury it

Dad is probably one of the only people left in the Falkland Islands mad enough to still cut their own peat, let alone still uses it as fuel!

The peatbog is remote, isolated, yet strangely beautiful in its dislocation. It is a scene of passing time and change, of hard work and an endeavour to provide necessities; even when all others abandon hope of it.

Things are usually cut out of it and taken away, so I thought I'd be perverse and bury things in it instead... to hide my embarrassments in the ground where no one can see them.