I found a lump of turf in the road and decided to bring it back here for a ceremonial fire. I got stopped at the Customs in Holyhead at half-two in the morning and searched. As stuff was being lifted systematically out of my bag, I was asked "What's this?" and managed to answer suitably at each stage - until he came upon the object wrapped in newspaper at the bottom. "What's this?", he asked again - I hesitated, not wanting to say "Sod" to the nice English customs man. This provoked him into a forensic examination of the brown, fibrous material that he discovered on unwrapping it - well, he broke off a bit and sniffed it - hoping that he'd discovered a major trafficking operation. At this point, all his mates, who had stopped their searches to watch him, burst out laughing.