I feel I owe these people one.

There. I said it.

My staff have informed me that, despite my continued insistence that I was merely conducting a culvert inspection, there came a point when I required a little assistance.

Quite a lot of assistance, as it turned out.

The crew from Somerton Fire Station, joined by the Bridgwater-based animal rescue crew, came out to our field and were faced with 100kg of ram in a concrete pipe beneath a bridge.

They didn't give up on me.

They worked out how to reach me safely, using chimney rods to get a line around me and a hearth sheet underneath me, before carefully sliding me forwards and eventually back out into daylight.

They were patient, ingenious and incredibly careful with me throughout — and returned me safely to my staff and, much more importantly, my nine girls.

So when my unexpected adventures started attracting rather more attention than anybody could have imagined, my staff suggested we use some of it to say a proper thank you.

This half of Rambo's Pipe Dream is therefore raising money for The Fire Fighters Charity, supporting the health and wellbeing of the fire services community.

If my moment of questionable judgement can raise a few pounds for the people who are there when someone — human or otherwise — needs their help, I think that's a pretty good outcome.

Thank you to everyone who came to get me out.

I won't forget it.

Although I would still appreciate it if everyone could stop using the word “wedged”.

Rambo 🐏

Culvert Inspector (currently suspended from duties)

Somerset (apparently Global? I definitely need an agent) Media Personality

Dictated to my staff, who would also like to add their enormous thanks to everyone involved in bringing the daft bugger home safely.