Immediately outside the Tailor’s conservatory (or hidden behind the coal store if you’re
looking from the boiler house) was a small single storey building. As the conservatory door
was open, and the door to this building was open, we had a look.
We’d found the Cane Hill Tinsmiths. In this two-room building were found his benches,
tools, keys, tags and all sorts of wonderful little items.
As a couple of souvenirs I rescued the tags for "F. N. 17 G. Floor" and "GF. F. Cupboard Adj. Bathroom".
The later shows just how grand Cane Hill was, since when have you heard of cupboards having adjacent bathrooms?
I did feel a little sorry for the Tinsmith. Here he was, in his little offices,
away from the main hospital. And, this big butch bloke, who spent his life working with
metal probably had to walk through the Tailor’s everyday with a gaggle of John Inman
clones mincing around the pink rooms and commenting "Ohhhh! Isn’t he butch boys?"
Or something like that.
