Why I practise in MontpelierBMJ 1998; 316 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.316.7147.1837a (Published 13 June 1998) Cite this as: BMJ 1998;316:1837
- Stefan Cembrowicz, is a general practitioner in Bristol
Twenty four years ago I returned to Bristol after a spell abroad. Despite spectacular Canadian earnings, and the call of the wilderness, I hankered after English city life. A pub nearby, the arts centre handy, good bookshops, the harmonising effect of Georgian architecture. My Canadian savings were just enough to buy a small Georgian terraced house in Montpelier. Married life started out there, in an area described (then and now) as “up and coming.” I was an assistant “with a view” in another part of town; but the view became increasingly cloudy, (as through a glass darkly) and I was delighted to meet an old friend in the street who mentioned that a partnership was vacant in Montpelier.
The practice was sited in an 1850s building, which had been a doctor's house since it was built. Traces remained of a carriage sweep, and the house—though a victim of planners' blight—contained a sound family practice, with an extended role practice sister, and strong links with the local health visitors. There was also a long disused …