Those readers wondering about appearing in your birthdays column (Letters, 1 June) should be warned that it is an honour that can be withdrawn. Following several decades of inclusion, for the past two years I have looked in vain on 5 June to find out how old I am. Were it not for the Times and the Telegraph, who maintain the faith, I would have had to conclude that I was dead. I am not, in fact. I am 77.
Nigel Rees
London
• Re your report (UK ranked last in Europe for bathing water quality in 2020, 1 June), the Natural Resources Wales website shows all sites in Wales as safe for bathing, but the Environment Agency advises that bathing should not be done on nine sites in England. Is it a new version “for Wales, see England”, but now “for UK, see England”?
Barry Thomas
Llanberis, Gwynedd
• Why does an Irishman living in Paris have to travel to Folkestone to marry his fiancee, also resident in France, in order for her to qualify to inherit his estate (Samuel Beckett’s secret wedding in Folkestone inspires festival 60 years on, 2 June)?
Chris Sullivan
Pinner, London
• Your article on shepherd’s huts (2 June) mentions one with “hand‑forged cast iron wheels”. I would be interested to see the making of these oxymoron wheels.
John Morris
Rolleston on Dove, Staffordshire
• How to find out if you’re old: fall down (Letters, 4 June). If people laugh, you’re young, if people panic, you’re old.
Maureen Tilford
London
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