“I Talk to the Trees But They Don’t Listen to Me!” – Whitchurch Hospital 1: 1969-1971
In 1969 I followed Roger, my husband, to Cardiff where he was working in Velindre Hospital as a trainee in Radiotherapy. There was no psychiatric post for me to come to locally, not even as a locum, but I managed to get a temporary job, also as a Senior House Officer,...
Sussex by the Sea
In 1965, I was very happy to give up work and move to Taplow in Berkshire, as I was pregnant with my eagerly awaited first baby. My husband, Roger Tudway, had obtained a post-registration job in general medicine at the Red Cross Memorial Hospital there. I made no...
On Call
I hope the previous pieces of my life story, though maybe seeming randomly chosen and placed, are beginning to form a pattern of how I, as a person, developed and—hopefully—matured and improved through years containing times of great joy, times of great sorrow. There...
Life’s Lessons
I am finding that putting out my memoirs here, in the form of a blog, is very satisfying. I am delighted—sometimes overwhelmed—at how nice it is to receive comments, both online and personally. I also realise that I may have given a wrong impression sometimes, and can...