I have a self-imposed policy with this blog of not showing Lamb Islanders in any way that identifies them. But the above picture was posed for and published elsewhere, so I’m assuming the Lamb Island firies shown in it have already survived their fifteen minutes of fame and it’s okay to use the shot.
Actually, it’s only there because I wanted some visual reference for this post about the great job our local rural brigade does, and not just when something’s burning. One morning last week we discovered a local dog had somehow got out during the night and, possibly chasing a nocturnal critter or the scent thereof, managed to get itself trapped on a narrow ledge on a vertical cliff face not far from our house. It was a good two metres down from the top and couldn’t get back up again, and around six metres up from the bottom and couldn’t get down without doing so in free fall into heavy vegetation.
What to do? We called the firies, and a couple of them (one of whom is in the picture) came around and eventually got the dog down safely so we could return her to her home. Not a huge deal in the general scale of international crises, but very much appreciated by us and the dog. Thanks, guys.