When my brother was little, an ambulance came to take him to hospital. I remember the ambulance pulling into our street and I saw this nurse sat in the front and I thought, ‘What a wonderful job. I would love to do that.’ I was only seven or eight years old at the time, but that thought kept in my mind. I kept telling my mum, ‘I would like to be a nurse.’
In June 1958, I set off by myself on the train to Dublin which I’d never been to before. I made my way to the North Wall to get the boat to Liverpool. If I think about it now, I hadn’t a clue. I was very naïve.