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I'm still recovering from yesterday's Blueprint film shoot on a bog near Randalstown. Apparently, it was the hottest day of the year (until today) and I found myself on top of , with vaporising water steaming under me, wearing my cold-weather continuity jacket and feeling like I'd walked into a Swedish sauna fully dressed. Everytime I opened my mouth to deliver the piece to camera, the back of my dried-out throat was assaulted by a kamakaze midge or some floating bog cotton. By the end of the day, I was exhausted and left the shoot with sunbun on the back of my neck. We drove past a man in his 60s cutting peat at the bog -- he'd been quietly working there all day and put the city-dwellers amongst us to shame. It was nice to record some radio scripts today in the comfort of an air-conditioned studio.