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Ulrome Church Before visiting my dying brother today, I went for yet another country walk. This time, Clint parked himself by the church in a coastal village called Ulrome. From there, I walked a mile to the sea. That part of the East Yorkshire coastline suffers badly from coastal erosion. There's no bedrock to meet The North Sea just soft boulder clay deposited at the end of the last Ice Age around twelve thousand years ago. With rising sea levels more and more of the coast is being lost each winter. I walked through a holiday caravan site then down to the sands. A concrete pillbox from World War II had ended up on the beach though I am sure it once perched on  the boulder clay cliffs. There were lots of them along this coast  looking out to sea in case of invasion. It's eighty years since they were built. I reached the Parkdean caravan and chalet site at Barmston then headed west into the village itself. At The Primitive Methodist Chapel I proceeded south passing...

  Yesterday the new postman left a small package through the open living room window. “ It’s Your Bum Test !” he informed me cheerfully He was right. It was my faecal screening test all 60 year olds receive in Wales to test for colon cancer I’m looking at the test now, as I’m eating a banana that could in fact be a dry tampon for all the taste it’s given me.  I’ve slept the majority of the day again today and have eaten just one packet of crisps and the said banana I still have a headache and remain wheezy and breathless but my temperature is not as high as it was yesterday. I still feel unwell , which is irritating . I heard from Susan, Mary’s breeder today. I have always been in touch since we bought Finlay from her back in 2002 and six welsh and Scottish terriers later we continue to correspond, albeit sporadically .  A prickly and at times incredibly straight talking woman, I have always been touched that Susan rather likes me, but like me she does  ...