The steam train which took me to my place of work was affectionately called "the coffee pot" by the small group of regular travellers. Part way on the short journey, two toots were given on the whistle as we approached a terraced row of cottages. As we came to a standstill, a smartly dressed young man with briefcase, emerged from a back door, ran down his long vegetable garden, jumped expertly over a fence and hauled himself up into the driver's cab. When we arrived at a busy market town, he appeared somewhat dishevelled but quickly brushed himself down, straightened his tie and mopped his face with a large white handkerchief and strode off.
The chemists where I did most of my training for the "Apothecaries' Hall certificate in dispensing" had two long-necked glass carboys containing coloured water in the window. There were also large brass scales and a small display of Chanel or Goya products. The main business, though, was dispensing and most things medical. Many of the village GPs kept a supply of the most commonly used drugs for the convenience of their rural patients. We were visited regularly by representatives of drug companies, who told us about the latest treatments and left samples for visiting doctors and also veterinary surgeons. We made up our own formula cough mixture and hand cream, the recipes of which were in copperplate writing in ancient heavy books.
Wednesday, market day, was especially busy. The sounds and smells of the livestock market were mixed with the scent of flowers, fruit and vegetables and fish.
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