This is no reflection on your friend, but I find it surprising that a pathologist should turn to general practice. My experience in the NHS was that medics who disliked contact with patients became anaesthetists. Those who really disliked it were pathologists.
I knew an elderly Welsh clergyman (from Mummersher, where they only spoke English) who went out for a drive one day to find this place called Gwasanaethau that he'd seen the signs for.
My old spaniel, Bertie (1995-2005) not only caught rabbits, but once managed to catch a bird in flight. He lived only ten years because he broke his spine in a chase.
I've never flown from La Rochelle, but often been there to collect or deliver passengers. It's a lovely airport, but the temptation is always to miss the exit from the dual carriageway and head straight for the Île de Ré.
No visit to Trentham is complete without a call to Pieminister. There used to be a good food shop ('Green & Brown', I think it was). Now closed, sadly.
Some friends of mine in Deux-Sèvres found the remains of a fireplace in their ancient barn. This proved that it had once been used as a dwelling, and so the Mairie were quite happy to grant consent for it to be converted to a residence.
I think you may be right. A friend of mine got chatting to him at an SVR gala (he seemed to attend every one) and had a long conversation about investments, about which Jed seemed well informed.
Yes. Cheltenham Lansdown (the Midland station), as distinct from Malvern Road or St James GWR Stations. By the time we moved to Cheltenham in 1966 only Lansdown Station was left.
From the time I worked at UCCA during the university vacation, the minimum offer was usually two 'E' grades at A level. This qualified you for an automatic local authority grant. Anything less was discretionary, and in the early Eighties the teeth of Thatch were beginning to bite.