A lazy start as we didn't need to go too far today. We set our target as Atherstone where it's early closing on Thursday, so getting near there for Friday would be fine. As we ambled gently back down the Ashby towards Marston Junction where we'd rejoin the Coventry Canal, we had to stop while a boat winded (turned 180 degrees) in front of us. No problem in itself, one expects such minor delays every so often. Annoyingly though, having turned in the same direction as us, they proceeded excruciatingly slowly all the way back down to the Junction, and then turned the same direction as us. We stopped after a while, when it looked like rain, to let them get on ahead of us.
After the rain had almost blown over, we were rewarded with the above dramatic view of a hedge in blossom against the black sky.
Moving on at a reasonable pace at last, we passed through the uninspiring suburbs of Nuneaton into some very pleasant countryside beyond. In the distance we saw a helicopter circling and then descending out of sight. Assuming it was a military helicopter on exercises, we thought no more about it until a few miles on we came upon a boat stopped by a bridge, and several people in high-vis jackets.
As we got closer it was obvious that there had been some sort of medical emergency, and I surmised that the helicopter might well have been involved. As we passed the scene slowly, checking that there wasn't any further help we could offer the lady in distress on the towpath, we found the helicopter on the other side of the bridge, just a hundred yards or so from the casualty:
There was by then an ambulance nearby as well, so she was clearly in good hands, and the narrowboat that seemed to have stopped to help moved on behind us and the helicopter left as well, so presumably it was all sorted out, hopefully with the lady either being taken to hospital or home if it wasn't too serious.
Not far on from there seemed like a good place to moor, so we stopped for the night.
Moving on at a reasonable pace at last, we passed through the uninspiring suburbs of Nuneaton into some very pleasant countryside beyond. In the distance we saw a helicopter circling and then descending out of sight. Assuming it was a military helicopter on exercises, we thought no more about it until a few miles on we came upon a boat stopped by a bridge, and several people in high-vis jackets.
As we got closer it was obvious that there had been some sort of medical emergency, and I surmised that the helicopter might well have been involved. As we passed the scene slowly, checking that there wasn't any further help we could offer the lady in distress on the towpath, we found the helicopter on the other side of the bridge, just a hundred yards or so from the casualty:
Not far on from there seemed like a good place to moor, so we stopped for the night.
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