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The Old Vet’nary<br />

by Ken Watson<br />

A life on the road<br />

a friendly, family practice<br />

Somewhere back in the 70s<br />

the cost of a visit by a vet was<br />

so cheap that I was kept busy,<br />

between surgery times, careering<br />

around the roads of Plymouth<br />

and surrounding countryside<br />

<strong>to</strong> fit in a dozen or more home<br />

visits every day. This was a very<br />

Ken's Triumph TR6<br />

satisfying time, allowing me <strong>to</strong><br />

bond with people and their pets<br />

in their homes.<br />

One day my wife said <strong>to</strong> me, “As<br />

you spend so much time on the<br />

road, why don’t you get yourself<br />

a good car <strong>to</strong> enjoy it”. So I did, a<br />

low mileage Triumph TR6, garish<br />

in it’s body colours, which had<br />

obviously been someone’s pride<br />

and joy. The only snag was its<br />

clutch pedal, which needed a<br />

superhuman effort <strong>to</strong> depress. A<br />

kindly mechanic made me a raised<br />

wooden shoe which he fixed <strong>to</strong><br />

the pedal <strong>to</strong> ease depression, but<br />

it still had a mighty kick.<br />

When I first arrived at the<br />

surgery in it there was a<br />

lot of banter about midlife<br />

crisis and bird pullers,<br />

but I rose above it all and<br />

I thoroughly enjoyed my<br />

time driving it. It had<br />

a hard removable <strong>to</strong>p<br />

which spent most of its<br />

time suspended from<br />

the garage ceiling and a<br />

client made me a <strong>to</strong>nneau which<br />

covered all except the driver’s seat;<br />

but unfortunately I had the only<br />

two proper accidents I have ever<br />

had while driving. In both cases<br />

another car drove in<strong>to</strong> me. In the<br />

worst incident I was travelling<br />

along a residential street parallel<br />

<strong>to</strong> Plymouth’s Alma Road when<br />

a car shot out of a side road and<br />

'Wilson'<br />

...Providing the highest standards<br />

of professional veterinary care<br />

OPENING TIMES<br />

Monday - Friday: 8.30am - 6.30pm<br />

Saturday: 8.30am - 12.30pm<br />

Consultations by Appointment<br />

EMERGENCY SERVICE<br />

For out of hours veterinary attention<br />

or advice please ring 0<strong>17</strong>52 700600<br />

PLYMOUTH<br />

0<strong>17</strong>52 700600<br />

Burnett Road, Manadon,<br />

Plymouth PL6 5BH<br />

IVYBRIDGE<br />

0<strong>17</strong>52 690999<br />

Cornwood Road, Woodlands,<br />

Ivybridge PL21 9JJ<br />

Part Time Clinic at Yealmp<strong>to</strong>n<br />

struck me on the left rear wheel,<br />

making my car spin through 180<br />

degrees, so that I ended up facing<br />

the way I had just come. They say<br />

that in incidents such as this you<br />

see everything in slow motion and<br />

I can vouch for the truth of that.<br />

As my car spun round, I watched<br />

by Richard Woodward<br />

in dreamy horror as I aimed for a<br />

substantial looking metal lamp<br />

post. A yard short of impact my<br />

rear tyre burst with a bang and<br />

s<strong>to</strong>pped my spin dead. Someone<br />

was watching over me that day.<br />

Driving had not always been that<br />

luxurious. I learnt <strong>to</strong> drive and<br />

passed the text in a Morris Minor,<br />

that most simple and dependable<br />

of cars. After that I did not drive a<br />

car for two years, except for a one<br />

day hire of an Austin Cambridge.<br />

Geordie drives one in the latest<br />

series of Grantchester. It had a<br />

steering column gear shift and<br />

was a very boring car. We also,<br />

for a Norfolk holiday, hired an<br />

ancient Opel which jumped out<br />

of third gear up every hill and<br />

every 50 miles or so, deciding it<br />

needed a rest and refused <strong>to</strong> go<br />

any further until it had a rest in a<br />

layby or farm gateway. Then we<br />

moved <strong>to</strong> Streatley-On-Thames<br />

for the final, clinical, year of Vet<br />

College, and the only digs we<br />

could afford was an ancient<br />

caravan which be bought from<br />

another student for £150. When<br />

continued on page 94<br />

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