The original hospital was an TB hospital but in it's later years became a geriatric hospital where my father worked as the on-call porter and we lived in on of the on site Bungalows, Our bungalow was the nearest to the Boiler House as my father had the job of starting the boilers in the morning and maintaining them as well as doing his normal duties of moving patients and also the job of removing the bodies of patients who had died to the Morgue which was directly behind our cottage (my bedroom window faced this way).
I have memories of the boiler rooms but not the morgue as my dad never took me in there but the boiler room had a couple of massive boilers that heated the whole hospital and that was the also the porters office which had those big PVC hospital chairs with the high backs all around the main boiler and in the winter my dad would take us out there to get a heat as the cottage had a coal fire which my mother would light while my dad worked in the Boiler room with me and my brother under a hospital Itchy blanket near the boiler till mum used to call us back cos the fire was lit and breakfast was ready.
Great memories and stories to tell but unfortunately the hospital and cottages were demolished for a new build care home in the early 1990's.
