From the Soft Edges - Recumbent Night Calls

Abstract

In 1932 my father bought the single handed general practice in the village of Shirehampton in Gloucestershire. It was owned by a Doctor Faulkner who had become too old to carry on auscultating and who wanted to move to the seaside and hang up his stethoscope. My mother and father moved into the old double-storeyed doctor's house that stood at the bottom of the village green. It was rather a drab grey walled house standing in a terrace right on the pavement.