Why do people come to Fermanagh?

Riding at Casle Archdale

Do you know I don't understand why people come to Fermanagh! It's a very popular tourist spot I believe, but Be-God, don't come here expecting to stay dry. I'm sure I'm developing webbed hooves! 

I was minding my own business yesterday, when some of those poor misguided (damp) tourists stopped at my gate to take a photo of me and my new best friends. There were plenty of complements and beaconing waves made in our direction, but a serious lack of nibbles. Ignoring them, I carried on eating, but I got a bit of a shock when I heard a clang and the poor tourists had landed their car in a sheuch (ditch). Their wheels were well bogged down, so there wasn't much hope them getting out of it without a pull. Luckily a farmer happened by with the big old cart horse... Big Benny.

I watched as the tourists asked for help and the farmer said Benny could pull his car out. Backing Benny up, the farmer hitched the old cart horse to the tourist's car and then yelled, "Pull, Nellie, pull." Benny didn't move, so he yelled, "Come on, pull Mac. Pull!" The bol' Benny still didn't move. By this stage I noted the look of fear in the tourists' eyes. I'm sure they thought that they had stopped a mad man, but sure then they didn't know him nor Big Benny, so when the farmer yelled "Okay, Benny, pull." Benny pulled the car out of the ditch with ease. The tourists were very appreciative indeed, but curious. One asked the farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name two times.  The farmer said, "Oh, Benny is blind, and if he thought he was the only one pulling he wouldn't even try."

Benny's an equine after my own heart. A kindred spirit! I wonder does he like grapes...