Of all my cousins, Dennis was the oldest. Since I am twelve years younger it’s my memory that he was always away at sea. Even after he moved back to Wigginton. Of all the daft things I remember it was how, at our house in Browning Road, he barked back at Cindy and how she never forgave him. I think he regretted upsetting her but it was too late … never forgiven by a Sheltie. 

Ro