Today is the last day working at The Alexandra Practice. I shall not miss the ungrateful partners who forced me to move out, and are now wanting to say sorry. I shall miss the staff, all of whom have been great and sad to see me go. Of course they don't know the full story. I shall miss all of those patients I've grown middle aged with. Many have already moved to The Range, but I dare say many wont either.
Tomorrow I start at a new place. More space, more scope for expansion, younger, fresher and exciting.
The old is past, and the new begins again. I don't want anything to do with the old after today.
Last weekend I nearly died. No really I could have. I went for a walk in the Lakes with Andy up to Stickle Tarn. Then ' a bit of a scramble' up a ridge. Jake's rake or something. One side, a 200 foot drop, the other shear rock face. One slip and I was a gonna. Not a good place to feel faint or have a fit. It was scarry. Going back wasn't an option either, as it is too steep and no way past other ascending climbers. In anycase I didn't want to look down.
Sometimes in life you just have to look ahead, move on from the past, and trust in God.
Well I survived the 'bit of a cramble' and I guess I'll survive leaving the Alexandra Practice. At least I can say I've done it and look forward to the future.
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
Sunday, 6 May 2012
Crow Head and the blue bell walk
Its early May bank holiday weekend, so I must be in Devon. Ade and Sue have prepared a very special day out. All the spring flowers are out and their garden is full of pink, yellow and blue. I travelled down on Saturday, by train. It took four hours but went straight through. I went first class as it was off peak and cheap. Next time I come down Friday and wont bother with first class, there was little difference and no free WiFi you get on Virgin trains. This was cross country.
Crow head is a stretch of beach in North Devon. I think it's North Devon, we went through Barnstable anyway. It feels just like Mull, with one narrow road to get to it, and constant stopping to let people go by. The sheep wander across the road as if they own it. The beach is about six miles long and it's low tide. The sun was out, the dogs were silly and it was perfect.
Then a pub lunch overlooking the sea, or was it an estuary. Steak pie, chips and gravy and a pint of beer.
Next to a bluebell walk some miles away. The farmer only opens it up for a few hours in the day. As we arrive, the cars are starting to fill the car park. Several groups of people are out. The path leads us through the trees to a blue carpeted wood. This is what I've come to Devon for. Little signs point out the other different sorts of wild flowers and the trees. There is even a deer fallow, we are told. Well more of a muddy path really and no one is very convinced.
Then on to the Eggesford Beer Festival. There's a beer tent and tables and chairs . Opposite is an orning where the jazz band are playing. The Bar-B-Cue has run out of burgers. A lady with her Downs syndrome daughter are dancing to the music, while the other twenty or so look on. We must have missed the Morris Men.
The day could have ended perfectly, but it didn't. City beat Newcastle to put them in a very strong position. You can't have everything and in the end, I'd rather have beer and blue bells. Thanks Ade and Sue.
Crow head is a stretch of beach in North Devon. I think it's North Devon, we went through Barnstable anyway. It feels just like Mull, with one narrow road to get to it, and constant stopping to let people go by. The sheep wander across the road as if they own it. The beach is about six miles long and it's low tide. The sun was out, the dogs were silly and it was perfect.
Then a pub lunch overlooking the sea, or was it an estuary. Steak pie, chips and gravy and a pint of beer.
Next to a bluebell walk some miles away. The farmer only opens it up for a few hours in the day. As we arrive, the cars are starting to fill the car park. Several groups of people are out. The path leads us through the trees to a blue carpeted wood. This is what I've come to Devon for. Little signs point out the other different sorts of wild flowers and the trees. There is even a deer fallow, we are told. Well more of a muddy path really and no one is very convinced.
Then on to the Eggesford Beer Festival. There's a beer tent and tables and chairs . Opposite is an orning where the jazz band are playing. The Bar-B-Cue has run out of burgers. A lady with her Downs syndrome daughter are dancing to the music, while the other twenty or so look on. We must have missed the Morris Men.
The day could have ended perfectly, but it didn't. City beat Newcastle to put them in a very strong position. You can't have everything and in the end, I'd rather have beer and blue bells. Thanks Ade and Sue.
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