Speaking of which.
Old miner Jack Elliot Snr., told the story of one of his family who came home late one night.
"Where have you been?"
"I went for a walk with Mary".
"Where did you go?"
"Down *****" (local rural beauty spot).
"Whereabouts?"
"That spot under the trees, by the stream, where you can sit and not be seen by anybody passing"
"I know the place - I always stop there for a shit on my way home from the pit".
Jim Carroll