Albert, from West Wass, North Yorkshire, was beached after a terrible storm had wrecked his ship. Only a sheep and a sheepdog were washed up with him. All other poor souls were lost at sea.

Looking around, Albert realised that they were stranded alone on a deserted island. After a few weeks, Albert got into the habit of taking his two animal companions to the beach every evening to watch the setting sun.

One particular evening, the sky was fiery red with beautiful cirrus clouds; the breeze was warm and gentle; a perfect night for romance.

As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the lonely Yorkshire lad. Before long, he leaned over to the sheep and..... put his arm around it.

But the sheepdog, ever protective of the sheep, growled fiercely until Albert took his arm away.

After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.

A few more weeks passed by, when, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck! The sole survivor this time was a beautiful young woman, the most gorgeous woman Albert had ever seen (yes, even more pretty than Doris the barmaid at the Spotted Cow in West Wass). She was in a pretty bad way when Albert rescued her. Slowly but surely he nursed her back to health.

When the young maiden was well enough, Albert introduced her to the evening beach ritual. It was another cracker of an evening ....purple and red streaks of cloud; a warm and wafting breeze; perfect for a night of romance.

Pretty soon, the Yorkshire lad from West Wass started to get 'those feelings' again. He fought the urges as long as he could, but finally conceded. Realising he now had the opportunity, Albert leaned over to the young woman cautiously and whispered in her ear:

'Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?'