So. Our caravan set off for home from Somerset at about 3pm yesterday afternoon. As well as B and I and Leo, it contained two half a lambs and a rabbit (all frozen), two different kinds of jasmine and a clematis montana.
Our ETA was approximately 7.30pm.
Just before we reached Abergavenny, it became obvious that B was about to fall asleep - not ideal, since he was driving. So we stopped at a very convenient Waitrose and all had something to eat and some coffee; and one of us had a nappy change. We also picked up a few things to casserole with the rabbit today.
Then the caravan continued on it's way.
About five minutes later, just to the north of Abergavenny on the A40, we were one of the first on the scene of an accident. A young chap had been speeding and had lost control of his car, which had ploughed off the road in to a field and turned over - probably a couple of times by the look of it.
His friend, who had been following more slowly* in another car behind, was just pulling him out of the upside down car** when we got there. There were a few people directing traffic but no-one actually helping; B is a first-aider, so we pulled up and he got out to see what he could do.
They laid the driver down in the field a few yards away from the car and turned it's engine off. Another couple of practical women arrived, one of whom was a nurse. I called the emergency services, who had already got the incident logged but took more details. There were also two girls who had been in the car with him, one of whom was fine and one of whom had minor injuries.
We put a blanket over the driver - his shoulder was hurt and his foot was pretty badly crushed.
After that point there wasn't anything else that I could usefully do at the scene, and Leo had woken up, so I left B and the nurse with the injured boy, got Leo out of the car to stop him crying and went to chat to the two girls, who were pretty distressed.
It turned out that boys were seventeen and the girls were fourteen and fifteen. They were terrified of their parents finding out what had happened, because they had been told not to go in the car with the young lad, who is known as a dangerous driver.
The emergency services didn't take too long to arrive, but it took what seemed like a long time to stabilise the driver enough to get him on one of those board-stretcher things and in to the ambulance. Eventually the girls were persuaded to give their details to the police, so their parents could be contacted.
I was so proud of B. He was really calm and collected during the whole thing. Other people were flapping round not doing anything useful and he just decided what needed doing and did it. It took a few minutes before they were reasonably sure they weren't going to lose the young lad; and he stayed with him until they put him in the ambulance.
Kids think they're invulnerable, don't they?
Then we drove home, very sedately, and found that in our week's absence, the shower has continued to leak inside the partition wall in the bathroom, and the plasterboard is mouldy and soggy and the sitting room below was full of water.
Somehow, it seemed less of a crisis that it would have done before, so we just turned off all the pipes in to the bathroom and went to bed.
*because he'd had a similar accident on the same road a few weeks earlier
**he should probably have left him in there to avoid aggravating any injuries - but they were both seventeen and he didn't know whether the car was going to catch fire or not, so I don't think he did too badly - he kept his head.