Car Park Ticket – Tintagel

Tintagel is one of the most beautiful places I have visited.  To stand on the cliff top looking out to sea with the castle ruins below and such stunning changing weather all around was a memorable experience.

Therefore my eyes were drawn to this scrap of paper when I spotted it in amongst some postcards.  All the car park tickets I encounter these days are machine printed times with little more than a pizza delivery ad on the back.

This scenic view on a ticket from an unknown date fascinates me.

Car Park TicketReverse of car parking ticket


T W H sketches

Earlier this year I found a box of sketchbooks at a car boot sale.  They are a mixed lot most with no indication of who the artist might be.  This book is a bit of a mystery as it has T W H and 1827 on the front.  Two other similarly labelled books from the lot are dated 1887 and 1888 which would be more in line with the life of T W Hammond who is specifically named on one of these and was an artist in this local area (Nottinghamshire) who also designed lace for a living. The images around this boat picture are lace designs so the question will forever be there, is this the work of T W Hammond?

Introduction to Rose’s book

Although I do not intend to share Rose’s observations on her patients, as I feel these are private notes, I felt that the introductory page which gives a little more information on where she was nursing helps put in context some of her poetry.  With this the references to where she worked and the people she encountered there that are in her poetry are a little clearer.



On September 25th 1942 I came to Penarth, & began working for Dr. Lindsay “Westcross”, his intention was for me to do visiting nursing during hte day & in the evenings to help him, in his surgery.  He was good enough to show me useful things in his dispensary & was always ready wiht advice, professional or otherwise.  He proved to be a great help, tolerant, with an invaluable sense of humour.  His great kindness and generosity I shall never forget, and for these I shall always feel greatly indebted.  A word here about Mrs Lindsay, she was always sweet and patient, even tempered & willing to give a helping hand at all times.  She was a good moral support.  They were both very hospitable twoards me, it was a pleasure to work for them.

Major Young’s diary – 11th September 1848

Charles A Young kept a daily diary through 1848.  In this year his wife Mary Anne gives birth to their son, also called Charles.  As a former military man his entries are sometimes rather regimented but I find it fascinating to glimpse the life of someone 162 years ago.

“A cold day but fine.  Rose at 7.30 M A & I breakfasted at 8.30 & I was in at home till 12 when I walked out to Kensington & back.  M A & I dined at 3 & at 5 I walked by myself to Brixton Church.  I was back home by 6.30 & M A & I had tea at 7.30.  I then read the paper & at 10.30 we went to bed.”

Rose’s poetry – The Successful Wing Commander

This faded blue album begins with 2 pages of French dated 1912 then on the third page has the inscription –

Christmas 1942.  This book was given to me by my father, so that I could keep an account of my private patients in Penarth/Glam.  Previous to this it was used by my father for testimonials, re teaching.  Rose A Porter 27. XII. 42

At the back of the book, after the observations on the patients she encountered Rose has written a collection of poems.  The first is prefaced by this –

In May, Wing Commander McGovern, supervisor of M.O’s in the Air Ministry, took occasional evening surgeries for Dr Lindsay, who during this month was very busy with bringing Babes into the world. The “poem” on the opposite page, was “inspired” when Dr Lindsay, already busy on a case had an urgent message to go to yet another confinement but Wing Commander who was available went in his stead.  His feelings were not too happy, not having delivered an infant since his student days; however he was successful in impressing the household of his capabilities.  Dr Lindsay arriving on the scene before babe born. This caused much amusement at “Westcross” –

The Successful Wing Commander


At six o clock on Tuesday night,

The Wing Commander gay & bright,

Said “Lets begin & get there off

The doctor’s busy on an op:

He’ll be here when all is well

We’ll start the first, so ring the bell”.


The bell was rung & each in haste

Went into him to know their fate

When all at once the phone began

To make an awful din & clang,

“Please come at once without delay

The baby here, is on its way.”


“The doctor’s out, what shall I do!

Whoever can I send to you

The doctor’s busy on a case

Someone here now takes his place

Commander McGovern most kind indeed

I’m sure if I ask him, he’ll come & be pleased.”


“I’ll send him along at once to you

Don’t be alarmed he’s in Air Force Blue

He commands the men & commands the air

And for babes & such has quite a flair”

“Thanks” said the nurse “but oh what a stew

instead of the Lishman its Air Force Blue!”


The Commander with speed donned coat & hat

Picked up his case & thought that’s that

“I’m off” said he “to hold her hand

I’ll do my best or else I’m dammed

I’ll boil things up & have a big show

So my fear of babes, they will not know”


So off he went & marched very brisk

And tried not to think of perhaps the risk

He was Air Force Blue & commanded the air

He didn’t mind babes, or even a pair

He would be charming & kind & gracious too

He must remember his Air Force Blue


He rang the bell and walked inside

He was all puffed up and full of pride

He opened his case and with a flurry

He called the nurse & said “please hurry

Boil all these up and hurry along

If we’re prepared we can’t go wrong.”


“Here’s scissors & syringe & forceps too

And a hundred things for you to do

The water must be boiling hot

Have you prepared the baby’s cot?

Threaded needles, have you thought of that?

We must be ready for the Little Brat.”


Sleeves rolled up & gloved & gowned

He strutted up, he strutted down

The family raised their eyes to Heaven

So this was Wing Commander McGovern

He strutted up, he strutted down,

When aft he heard a sudden sound…


The voice he knew, t’was not the mother

It was – Ah God! – his professional brother

Beneath the gown his heart beat fast

“He’s come – before the babe – At last!

“Deliver the child, thats all you need do.

Everythings ready, I’ll leave you, adieu – “

R. A. Porter – 28.5.43