A walk on the wild side

I hobbled across the hills on a dodgy ankle with my boy Bernie...My first coming out for a long time.  When I got to la ferme Niort, Gef was dressed as a 1950's fighter pilot and Myrt looked like she'd stepped out of a café in St Tropez.  Bernie and Henri did a whole lot of LGBT stuff under our feet and then fell aslep while myrt cried to the Fields of Athenry and I to the Mountains of Mourne.