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  • We wandered half a mile from our house today down to the Longmeadow where the RNLI rescue helicopter was going to land on a small area marked by a smoke signal.

    We enjoyed the breeze from Loch Erne and watched the reeds coping with the wake water of the many boats cruising lazily along, while the ducks hid behind the wooden moorings.

    Then we heard the helicopter approach; the engines roared louder and louder, the helicopter circled round and then we felt the force of the wind that came off the blades; children screamed with terror and I had to face away, crouching. the back lash subsided and the helicopter landed gently.

    I really cannot imagine what it would be like; if I was the victim of a capsized boat and a helicopter came to rescue me lashing the sea into mighty waves. I would surely drown.
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