Sunday 22nd August 1993 Morning walk 10:00

It was a particularly cold morning for August and Elfed Edwards was paler than usual. His face was ghostlike: his skin looked almost translucent.
Elfed had been striding along Stanney Lane at a brisk pace and had stopped to say ‘hallo’. He smiled cheerfully and shook my hand. He turned to Declan who couldn’t help staring.
“I am very anaemic,” he explained, “but I am well adjusted to it.”