This gets a section all of its own. As I headed towards Treaddur, I noticed the coastguard helicopter flying low above me.
After a short while it dropped one of the crew off and he moved swiftly towards a nearby cove.
I was about 30 yards away and decided , possibly not on the basis of logic, he might be glad of a hand with whatever he was dealing with.
I discarded my backpack and poles at the top of the steps leading down to the beach and, grabbing my first aid kit set off after the crewman.
Just to put things in perspective, unless the casualties were suffering from minor scratches or blisters my first aid kit would probably as much as a chocolate teapot.
I hurried down the steps and on reaching the beach found a rather odd sight.
The crewman was lying on his back on the shingle , splayed out like a large orange starfish.
It was at this stage I got my first inkling about what was going on.
I called to him but he didn’t react so I tapped him on the shoulder. He obviously wasn’t expecting this as he jumped up very quickly and looked at me in some surprise.
He moved his ear muffs so he could hear me as I asked, slightly resignedly, “is this an exercise?”
“Yes”, he said “ what are you doing?”
“I came to help” , possibly my muddied appearance and a first aid kit the size of my fist didn’t offer much hope of help as he didn’t look over enthused.
His headset crackled .
“No, no problem “ he said “it’s a member of the public trying to help”
I couldn’t make out the reply from the helicopter but I got the strong impression of laughter.
“So I can go?” I said
“Yeah, cheers mate, nice of you to try to help though”
We fist bumped and I climbed back up the steps an unneeded hero while they carried on with the ‘rescue’.