Ned introduced himself to me as I took the
photograph of the other three on the Casement Memorial. As to himself,
we were not too sure about the sex. That's sex of, not with, the
donkey. That was definitely out. For a start, he/she/it was quite
But very friendly, and very partial to chocolate biscuits, though
Marie read us a lecture on the dangers of colic so we desisted.
Ned on the other hand thought we should continue, and tried to look
winsome. Perhaps he was after our votes: 'Ned needs your No. 1'.
I was maybe getting a little too friendly with
this donkey. It was time to go.
When we set off again on our bikes down the lane behind the dunes,
he started following us. Not for long, though later that evening
we imagined we heard him braying outside the West End bar in Fenit.