Crash! Bang! Wallop!

Last day guiding the good lads of the RAF Regiment. Spirits were high and, to be fair, I let them off the leash a little. Consequently there was a bit of a high-speed off - one of the main reasons why, when it's a route that I've planned, I try to avoid descending on gravel tracks like the plague.

The victim, a young corporal, was OK after grabbing a handful of brake. He walked away with a few scuffs, scrapes, a sore shoulder and a tarnished pride, and I'm sure he'll have a great headache in the morning, but I reckon he'll man it out though as I know he's a tough bastard - he was shot during squadron's last tour in Iraq.

When you hear stories like that it brings home the reality of what they're doing a little more.