Well the things you find down the Rine are always a bit out of the ordinary but its many a fine day I spent there browsing carousing paddling skinny dipping with Welsh and German maidens.sThe Rine was always a place attractive to wild goats who came down every spring from the burren crag to lick the salt that was deficient in their diet and was now available on the rocks on the shore after the winter storms.

Also lurking there was a white Sannen puck that was the beau for my best milking darling Penelope a lovely horney Sannen in need of impregnation .

A lovely day i thought it was,and as I drove through Ballyvaughan the heavens opened with a lightning flash and an ominous peal of thunder.A runner was panting and puffing in the middle of all this downpour along the road so offered him a lift I did to get in from the rain .

Which he did and had to share the front seat in my VW split screen bus with Penelope on her way to Billy Puck.After a mile or so I thought it was selfish of me not to offer him a few tokes of the joint that I was hogging as I drove so I reached across to share some Tiibettan Temple Bells that had arrived with some hippie friends returnees from the east.My offer was greeted with such infectious laughter and good humour that I had to slow down where he asked me to pul up and let him out. Still laughing he waved me good luck and goodbye as I recognised him to be the local sargent out of uniform.

White Billy did the job, Penelope was scored and gave birth to a kid we named “Aarti” the primary devotional chant throughout the East.