ABSTRACT

By the late 1980s I was living in an old hospital house in the grounds of a Victorian asylum – Powick Hospital in Worcester. I was working on nights as a newly qualified staff nurse at the city’s modern Newtown Hospital but the only accommodation my wife and I had been offered by my new employer was one of a row of unfurnished houses with no heating and a leaking roof. A few years later it was demolished, along with Powick Hospital itself.