Wappety wap

DCIM182GOPROHaving kept as quiet as possible (for me) I can finally blog about the most amazing day’s work I have ever enjoyed. As a confirmed aviation nut and ex-flying instructor, the opportunity to be perhaps the last non-injured civilian to ride in a RAF Search & Rescue Sea King helicopter was beyond my wildest dreams (the RAF have since handed over Search & Rescue to a private company). I think it has put me firmly in Horse & Hound photographer Peter Nixon’s good books too.

It was, of course, all in a good cause. The letters page of H&H regularly contains stories of accidents while out hacking, some of which directed at insensitive or ‘gung ho’ pilots who fly too low over horses, causing them to spook. I am more aware than most, given my previous career, of how hard it is to spot a horse and rider, so felt it worthwhile to attempt to get the message across that wearing hi-vis really could make a difference in preventing accidents.

Working on the basis that it’s not what you know as much as who you know, I enlisted the help of friend and RAF Paramedic Winchman Haz (blog 3), who set the wheels in motion to obtain all the relevant permissions – there were dozens of hoops through which to climb. That done, Peter and I arrived at RMB Chivenor in North Devon early one morning, on a perfect, blue-sky day at the end of September. The final story is in H&H today with a shorter, more personal, blog (and some cool video) due on their website.

What a day… I am school-girl star struck with these guys (and girls – co pilot was the lovely Tamsyn); pilots, medics, crew, engineers, they are so utterly good at what they do. Not only did Peter and I both get winched up into the helicopter, I also got to sit in the Sea King’s cavernous doorway, legs out, as we cruised low along the North Devon beaches. I will still be grinning like a cheshire cat this time next year.

In other news…. George (the horse – blog 1) has yet to come sound so is now on box rest with Emily Lochore at Burnham Market after a steroid injection in his hock – I’m slightly concerned he is going to be stolen by one of the team there, he’s wrapped them around his hoof that’s for sure, but he is being beautifully looked after – thanks to Rhiannon, Jordan and Sam. I’m keeping everything crossed that our hacking days aren’t over…

Family stuff stays the same – but a huge plus is some of the people I have met over the last 5 months. Enough said on this really – they know who they are.

It’s hard to remember what else has happened since the European Eventing Championships. Features have been written, Little Downham and Oasby Horse Trials event reports filed and hundreds more motorway miles clocked up – by now Angus Smales might even have stopped laughing, having worked out who the ‘little old lady’ driving the ‘granny’ car at Oasby was. Last time I write nice things about him in a report 🙂

My event season is over so life can slow down a bit, although I still seem to have a mountain of web work to do. Time to plan some fun adventures for the relatively quiet winter months…

I seem to have fallen off the planet…

SeakingI have embarrassingly little to report on the work front. The rest of the team have all been beavering away, but I have almost nothing to show for the last month bar an increasingly intimate knowledge of back route detours either side of the Dartford Tunnel, a declining feeling of warmth towards all those folk over the Channel who are making drivers on south east motorways lose the will to climb behind the wheel, and an impressively comprehensive mental database of where to buy cheap fuel in Norfolk, Suffolk, Essex, Kent and Sussex… By choice, none of these would be my specialist subject if called up for Mastermind.

On the plus side there are also a few less weeds in my Norfolk garden, the kitchen wallpaper has finally been consigned to the bin (a job I started in May – and no, it’s not that big a kitchen), and George the horse’s hock (blog 1) is steadily improving.

The medical fraternity has played way too big a part in my life, poking and prodding me to check that I am still a picture of health, given the whole family situation right now (seems I am – phew). Just the CAA flying medical to go in a couple of weeks and I can resume my aversion to anyone who knows how to use a stethoscope or (one of my three most hated words in the English vocabulary) probe 😉

Talking of medics, I did get the promised tour of the RAF Search & Rescue Sea King helicopter (blog 2). Big thanks to the lovely folk at RAF Wattisham and my host, Haz Hunter. She (the Sea King – definitely female; beautiful, practical, multi-talented, complex and hard to handle) totally lived up to expectation. It was love at first sight – she’s just the coolest bit of kit. My heart breaks with the knowledge that these incredible machines are all being sold off and SAR is being transferred in to private hands. Don’t start me on politics…

I admit I was slightly nervous when Haz talked me through his back pack (weighs a ton and he carries it down on the tiniest wire imaginable, invariably dealing with some sort of sea rescue)… I’m pretty au fait with mind-bending drugs right now, but when he produced a small drill, used for drilling directly in to bones to get fluid in quickly (squeamish – ugh…) I weirdly found myself listing which bones I would find acceptable and which not, should he ever find himself rescuing me… Note to self: take up knitting.

I might not have much to show on the business front but I so love the people I work with. Panda at The GPC has given me hours of entertainment – non-disclosable of course, but I struggle to categorise it as work when it’s so much fun.

Oliver giving the press the low down © Fiona Scott-Maxwell (also a web client!)
Oliver giving the press the low down © Fiona Scott-Maxwell (also a web client!)

I’m missing The Festival of British Eventing this weekend, but Trevor has just texted to say that Oliver (Townend – web client) has already bagged a 1-2 in the Novice Championships, won the Intermediate Championships, and is lying 2nd & 3rd after dressage in the Open… I seriously hope that Bridget and her team are missing me – but bring on the European Championships at Blair in September, where she will be keeping us all in order…

Lastly I have to give a shout out to Harry Dzenis (another web client) who won an obscenely huge trophy recently with Xam the Man… can’t wait to see them at Burghley next month…

Next week the Highlands beckon before I ramp up my work. Horse & Hound are easing me in gently with a trip to Keysoe and then, via a small diversion to what will be probably the best 18th birthday celebration of 2015 with my lovely ‘sort of’ cousins, the eventing party really kicks off…