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  Sign at Scrooby Top Sunny weather was predicted for Friday and that forecast came true. I should have set out earlier but as the old saying goes - better late than never. It was 1pm when Clint touched down in the tiny estate village of Serlby in North Nottinghamshire. Of course, night comes much earlier nowadays - more so since we in Britain put our clocks back last Sunday. I knew that by five o'clock it would be dark. I had planned a circular walk and printed off the requisite map. I guessed that it would take me around three hours and so it came to pass. If felt so good to put one foot in front of the other once again, moving gradually over the landscape. By 4pm I was drinking hot coffee from a flask with Clint's tailgate lifted. I had seen many things in the afternoon, marched like a soldier and taken fifty six pictures. At one point two snarling Alsatian dogs bounced down to the bottom of their long garden to greet me with their raucous barking. They were not saying...

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“ Have you any spare fairy lights? “    The question came from the hospice social worker, a straight talking Irish woman with a ribald sense of humour You look the sort” she added  I was taken aback, somewhat as my day had not stopped and had revolved around constant visits to the drug room for the double checking of large amounts of morphine, and sedation and controlled drugs of all types. Fairy lights was a new one on me. “I may have some at home “ I told her “ Girly ones?” the social worker asked hopefully  “Well I think they may be Girly enough!” I said “ will pink flamingos do?”  “Perfect “ she purred. The social worker had been talking to one of my patients who wanted her best friends to come in to the hospice for a girly night “ in”  The girly night is planned for tomorrow when I am on duty and the social worker wanted to set the scene well. “Fairy lights mean girly night to me” the social worker explained  “ what about the...