On Thursday I went to the National Museum of Ireland (Archaeology) to see the bog bodies, in preparation for attending the Peatlands conference at UCC. I walked straight in without pausing or thinking it through, following my feet - stopping in my tracks at the side of Old Croghan Man. Iron Age, once some 6ft6 in height he is now no more than a torso with manicured fingernails. Yet there was something indefinable about him; a familiarity, a sense of connection - a regality. I