The Red Door

Every morning for many years I entered these doors, happily, to go to work as a Pharmacist at Clayton Hospital.

Now they are locked and bolted. No healing within.

The fire escapes have been removed to stop ingress, I suppose, for vandals. The park is inexpertly fenced off.

The memorial stones laid by the great and good of Wakefield in another age.

An age when there were few miracle cures and the sick got nursed and comforted and wrapped in wool open wove bandages in iron beds on wards which smelled of phenol

Now it's ready for the 'developer' when 'the market improves' and the building endowed by Thomas Clayton in 1854 will no longer be used to care for the sick of Wakefield.