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Even mending a puncture was no punishment on the high, unfenced roads with the
wheeling curlews for company and the wind bringing the scents of flowers and trees
and was
shouted
and look out over the airy roof of Yorkshire. It was like taking time out of life-time to
up from the valleys. And I could find other excuses to get out and sit on the crisp grass
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get things into perspective and assess my progress. Everything was so different that it
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confused me- this countryside after years of city streets, the sense of release from exams
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and study, the job with its daily challenge. And then there was my boss.
The
Siegfried Farnon charged round the practice with fierce energy from dawn till dark,
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little respect. When the bills were paid, the cash went into a pot-he grabbed handfuls when
and I often wondered what drove him on. It wasn't money, because he treated it with
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and balled-up notes. When he pulled out a thermometer, they flew around him in a cloud, “Ye
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After a week or two of headlong rush he would disappear; maybe for the evening, maybe
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morning with such speed, that I was quite often sent hurrying off to the wrong farm or to do
overnight and often without saying where he was going. He dashed off the list of calls each
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the
wrong
thing. When I told him later of my embarrassment, he would laugh heartily.
There was one time when he got involved himself. I had just taken a call from
a Mr. Heaton of Bronsett about doing a P.M. on a dead sheep. “Td like you to come with
me, James," Siegfried said. “Things are quiet this morning, and I believe they taught you
a pretty good post-mortem procedure. I want to see you in action."
We drove into the village of Bronsett and Siegfried swung the car left into a gated lane.​

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