Posts tagged ‘Tara Patterson’

March 23rd, 2018

Nurse Bolton

Continuing the series, District Nurse Bolton gets a taste of her own Medicine

By Tara Patterson

Maggie Bolton was forty years old. She was a district nurse attached to a small Yorkshire cottage hospital. She had returned to work once her two children had become settled in grammar school. Her Husband, Neil, was not only a doctor but also one of the practice partners of the Hospital. This was the swinging sixties, not that there was much swinging in the Bolton household. Life was quite traditional, and both Maggie and her husband had been brought up in strict households with strong values; values that they were now passing down to their children. Maggie looked through the serving hatch of her kitchen at her two children, both still in their grey school uniforms. Charlotte, who was thirteen, and Peter, fifteen, were both concentrating hard at their homework. As they worked, Peter seemed to be fidgeting in his seat and looked a little uncomfortable.

October 23rd, 2017

Trouble at the Nurses Home

Another story in the series, going back to earlier events

By Tara Patterson


Navy Staff Nurse Meryl Taylor once again tried the door handle on the front door of the Nurses home. It was locked. As the church clock began to chime midnight, she muttered under her breath: “Worse opening hours than the Navy, this place, or school for that matter.”

Meryl, unusually, was not in uniform; today had been a rare day off. She was dressed in jeans, blue Clarks sandals, a checked blouse and a navy blue duffle coat, her auburn hair tied in a loose pony tail. This was the autumn of 1976. The twenty-five year old Royal Navy nurse was on a short term placement to a North Yorkshire cottage hospital to help cover a staff shortage. Several of the nurses had left unexpectedly, leaving the small hospital dangerously understaffed and under threat of closure. The hospital was a typical Yorkshire cottage hospital. The nursing staff not only covered the surgical wards and out-patients clinics but also acted as the local midwifes and district Nurses. It was still very traditionally run. Matron, no one actually used or knew her real name, still ruled the roost both in the wards and in the converted Victorian Villa next door that acted as the Nurses home.

July 15th, 2017

Caught in the Act

The headmistress’s daughter is caught by the Head Girl and hatch a plan together. The next in the Ambleside series

By Tara Patterson

Elaine Meanwood parked her battered green Citroen Saxo in its reserved space next to the large imposing gates of Queen Anne school, Ambleside. She glanced at the dashboard clock as she switched off the headlights; it read 01:45.

Elaine didn’t know whether to feel elated or guilty about how her evening had gone. One thing was for sure, it had been a few years since she had sneaked back home with her knickers stuffed in her handbag and her clothes looking rather crumpled.

January 25th, 2017

Evening Visitors

Two girls from a neighbouring school make a night time visit to Queen Anne’s and discover a discipline regime very different to their own.

By Tara Patterson

The two St Marys pupils climbed over the five bar fence into the grounds of Queen Anne school, Ambleside. Below them, beyond the hockey pitches, the school, its lights twinkling in the water and, to the left, the ugly brick boxes of the two twin boarding-houses was a dark October night. A strong breeze blew large threatening clouds quickly across the sky.

“It’s over there,” said Zoe Kennedy, pointing her small torch in the direction of a small stone boathouse on the edge of the lake far below them at the bottom of the playing field in the shadow of one of the boarding houses.

January 14th, 2017


A dormitory prank sparks a memory

By Tara Patterson

Queen Anne sixth form girl, Meryl Taylor, walked into her shared dormitory dressed in her nightie and dressing gown; she felt happy and relaxed after her weekly bath. Outside, it was almost dark on this June Friday evening. It was still muggy after a hot day and it was going to be an uncomfortable night. The school was starting to fall quiet. Many of the girls liked this peaceful time between curfew and lights out.

Inside the room, most of Meryl’s roommates were in bed. Two of the younger girls sat on a bunk close to the window and were both looking at music magazines. Rebecca Morley, still wearing her gingham summer uniform dress, her leg in plaster after her fall from the window a few weeks earlier, sat upright on her bed reading a paperback and making notes in an exercise book. Above her, Milly Robinson was already fast asleep. Meryl took off her dressing gown, kicked off her slippers and climbed up into her top bunk.

December 30th, 2016

Found in the Archives

Another story in the series. Jennifer returns to Queen Anne’s to do some research but Meryl discovers a painful reminder of her Past.

By Tara Patterson

The summer holidays were well underway. Retired deputy headmistress, Jennifer Hapwood, walked up the familiar stone steps to the main entrance of Queen Anne School, Ambleside. After pressing the button on the intercom she turned to admire the view. Out in the lake a large white pleasure steamer eased its way away from the pier with another load of tourists. Suddenly the heavy door opened and Jennifer’s old friend, Matron Meryl Taylor, stood in the doorway. As usual, she was wearing her dark blue uniform and a pair of white plimsolls.

February 27th, 2016

Abuse of Power

It’s 1995 and we discover Under-matron Patterson didn’t have a happy time as a schoolgirl.

By Tara Patterson 

“And that gymslip looks too short, Patterson,” snapped sixth form prefect Jayne Turner. “Don’t you know the rules? I think we ought to check. On your knees, sprog, hands on your head!”

Fifteen year old Tara Patterson knelt down on the hard dormitory corridor floor. As she knelt, she saw a smirk on Jayne’s face. She hated the way this prefect picked on her. ‘And why is it always me?’ She thought.

“Just as I thought, it’s too short,” said Jayne laughing. “Your hem should touch the floor when you kneel down. I’ve got just the job for you, up you get.”

February 9th, 2016

Back To School

A New Pupil joins Miss Meanwood’s A level English class but can she adapt to life in the sixth form?

By Tara Patterson

“Okay, class, settle down!” Miss Meanwood’s voice boomed out as she swept into her classroom.

The twenty-five lower sixth girls instantly leapt to their feet and stood in orderly rows behind their desks. Like most things at Queen Anne’s School, Ambleside, the interior of Miss Meanwood’s ground floor classroom was very traditional. Light streamed in from three large sash windows. The pupils sat in pairs behind wooden desks. Miss Meanwood’s large imposing desk was at the front and behind it a large rotating blackboard. The view from the windows was quite scenic as the room over looked Lake Windermere and, beyond that, the impressive Lakeland hills, but woe betide anyone caught looking out of the window during one of Miss Meanwood’s English lessons.

January 27th, 2016

Caught Stealing

A girl is tempted by what she finds on her Physics teacher’s desk

By Tara Patterson

Katie England felt well and truly fed up. Two weeks into the spring term of 1986, she had already had enough. The school bell rang; she miserably dragged herself out of bed and reluctantly put on her uniform. As she pulled on her navy blue knee socks she looked with envy at the other sixth form girls in her room as they rolled black stockings up their legs.

“It looks like another cold one,” teased her roommate, Rebecca Staffe. “Just the weather for stockings don’t you think girls? I wouldn’t want to be wearing knee socks on a day like today, and with it being Saturday who’s coming into town this afternoon? Oh sorry, Katie can’t, she’s grounded again.”

January 24th, 2016

Matron is Away

Matron Taylor accompanies a group on a school trip but will the girls take advantage of her absence

By Tara Patterson

Hannah Philpott MP rushed from her office through the corridors of power down to Westminster Hall. Through the crowd of MPs and media crews she spotted the group she was looking for; twenty schoolgirls all dressed in navy blue blazers, gymslips and wearing straw boaters. Hannah paused for a moment as she saw the group leaders and nervously checked her appearance. She needn’t have worried; Matron Taylor saw Hannah and smiled. She greeted Hannah warmly and was amused that Hannah was wearing a school tie under her grey suit jacket.