I sighed. Glasgow's tower blocks, heavy skies, and the sprawling postwar housing schemes that aimed to offer a better life than did the inner city slums disappeared in my rear view mirror. We headed for a better life in rural Suffolk, where I had taken up a GP partnership. The move from the electoral wards with the shortest life spans in Britain to those with the longest was just an eight hour drive. All my training, however, had not prepared me for the reality …