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Pamela Tinslay

In Jersey. Pam's first job as a vet.

Well, what can I say? It was a real treat to be closely involved in the production of Pam's memoir.

In Jersey. Pam's first job as a vet.

She is such an interesting person who, in spite of having had a wonderfully varied life and past 80, has still the sparkle and humility to discover more, and to listen.

A true animal lover, she still practices as an animal behaviourist and runs a puppy school.

Below is an excerpt from the first chapter which gives an glimpse of her determination to do her own thing and to stay the distance.

Francis Chuah

Veterinary School – First Day 1947

"I must be mad," I thought, as I sat in the red London bus on a dreary trip from the suburbs in a yellow pea-soup fog, the grinding gears synchronizing with the butterflies in my tummy. Falling in love with horses is a common preoccupation of teenage girls, a safe sublimation for their awakening interest in the opposite sex – so it was not surprising that my horse-mad phase had influenced my decision to become a vet. I had been on the waiting list since the age of twelve, and became one of the few students accepted straight from high school – in the jaded scarred post World War II era.

The bus wheels came to a slow stop on the greasy black road, outside the Royal Veterinary College, Camden Town, an extraordinarily inappropriate setting for a Veterinary College, being then almost a London slum. I entered the dour dark building, rough with men's voices. "Looking for someone?" said a young man with a shock of brown hair falling over his forehead, and a cheeky lopsided grin. "I'm a First Year student!" I said, listening to the words as if they were coming out of the mouth of someone else. "A what!" said the young man disbelievingly, "thought you must be one of the nurses looking for their boyfriend. You'll have to go to the office, it's first right down the end of the corridor, that's where the First Years are registering." He loped off, scratching his head. "What's so funny?" I thought. I soon found out. There were eighty men in the queue and three other women, one smoked a pipe, one rode a motorbike, one was in love with her horse and then there was me, and I wore lipstick! In the 2000's, women far outnumbered men entering university to do Veterinary science.

The link below will take you to the review of her memoir written by an accomplished writer and editor Lindel Barker-Revell.

Link to her book in store: It's Not About The Llama.