A real fright
When we came home from our evening walk yesterday, I spotted the roof of a car in the brook/creek that runs along the side of the marsh. I tell you my legs turned to jelly at the sight. Rob and I went immediately to see if anyone was inside. Fortunately the car was empty as far as we could see. The registration was from the other side of France so that’s someone’s holiday ruined, I bet. Rob phoned the emergency services when we got home and they said they’d send someone to check. He e-mailed the mayor too who wrote back to say someone had reported it during the afternoon. It’s 25 years since I did a first aid course, I wonder if I’d have remained calm enough to be of help if there had been someone who needed help?