With number one Granddaughter Curly back in Devon we pulled pins from Market Drayton and headed North on The Shropshire union canal. As you pass through there is a pill box next to bridge 62. They were called pill boxes because they resembled the small boxes that pills were sold in many years ago.
All was going well until we got to lock 4. Carolyn had opened one of the two bottom gates for me to leave the lock after it had emptied and then walked back behind me to cross over the top gate to open the other bottom gate. I looked behind to see her lying on the ground, so being a blogger and having my camera next to me I took a picture. What I didn't realise at the time was in fact she was unconscious. She had stepped off the lock gate and twisted her ankle, the pain was so great that she passed out. After climbing out of the lock I put her into the recovery position and within a minute or two she came around but was in a lot pain and could not stand on her foot .It was mid morning and usually there would be lots of people around on the flight of locks, but just our luck and there was nobody around to help us ,so I filled the lock back up so Inca was level with her and somehow got her back on board.
We then dropped down onto the moorings below the locks and had a hot drink and dosed Carolyn up with paracetamol and Ibuprofen. She now has a swollen and very black ankle but is otherwise OK. We will have to spend a day or two here before moving on again and it looks like I will be on lock wheeling duty for some time to come.
It just shows how easily accidents can happen around locks and it was a good job she never fell back into the lock or lock pound. It also highlights why the steerer should always keep a watchful eye on their crew members at all times when locking.
Happy (sore) Days