111 is the number we ring in case of emergency. Thankfully, the closest I've come to that number was to take of photo of it when it appeared on my TV.
From where I work I often hear the rescue helicopter coming in over us as it heads for the landing pad on the hospital roof. I always send up a silent prayer for whoever is on board. The helicopters have been supported by local sponsors and community donations for 25 years and have carried over 8,500 patients. That's a lot of people who have been whisked quickly to hospitals rather than endure an often long and arduous road trip.
As I'm never on the ball enough to get a shot of a rescue helicopter in the air, I decided to pay a visit to Northland Emergency Services Trust. A mechanic servicing one of the choppers made me feel welcome.
Let's hope I never have to get closer than this:
About half an hour after I left, just as I was about to head home I heard the whomp, whomp of the chopper as it passed overhead on its way to another emergency.
From my archives, a helping hand inside an ambulance:
Everywhere I looked in town today there seemed to be one of the emergency services speeding by. I guess they are always there, I just don't notice. A fire engine flashing past, sirens blasting was far too quick for me so I drove to the depot. There I found a big guy and a little guy waiting side by side.
I did go to the police station looking for a police car but they were all locked away out of sight, so I'll have to resort to dark night in a moving car shots.
Hop over here to see the emergency vehicles photographed by the rest of the FSO team.