Browsing through some old photo albums, I came across a set of photos from my years with the Kinder Mountain Rescue Team, based in Hayfield, UK. After going through high school in Southend, near London, I moved to Whaley Bridge, a small town south of Manchester, to pursue my degree in Aeronautical Engineering at the University of Salford. One day, while walking towards the popular Kinder reservoir area for a weekend walk, I noticed a small hut belonging to the KMRT, and basically crashed into one of their meetings. After talking to some people from the exec team, I was accepted as a probie, not without a strange look on some faces (”what’s this guy from Spain who we’ve never seen before doing here?” sort of look). Normal probie period is six months, but, normally probies are introduced by team members, who know them and their capabilities and can make the recommendation. I was coming out of the blue, so I spent about a year as a probie, before being admitted as a full member.
Why, would you ask? Well, a couple of years earlier, I broke an ankle while descending a winter route in the French Pyrenees, and was brought to safety by a mountain rescue team. Ever since, I felt there was something I had to pay back – and this was the chance. During my stay with the KMRT, we performed all sorts of operations, from rescues of people with broken limbs, to searches for lost walkers. We trained a lot, and participated in huge exercises involving many local teams, Police, RAF helicopters and aircraft, K-9 units, and the ambulance service. One of the exercises I keep pictures of is a paper helicopter crash on Kinder plateau (we used the word ‘paper’ to describe anything fictional in the contest of an exercise, for example, “call the paper RAF and request a paper helicopter and a paper ambulance”, just in case anyone listening on the radio thought it was the real thing)
A very realistic victim, with a very realistic amputated limb. The excellent members of the Casualties Union provide the most believable victims you can find, with makeup, real bone fragments (from sheep of course!), and other surprises. Everything you’d need to film a good zombie movie.
Finally, this picture was taken during a winter route in Scotland, the most remarkable fact being that we had perfect weather – which is something to put in your memoirs. As we descended, a single, tiny, white and fluffy cloud passed by, as if saying “yeah, you’re not going to get away -that- easily!”. For the record, Andy was just making fun with the ice pick, he didn’t actually hit anyone!