My youngest daughter is in Rainbows. It’s what comes before Brownies. (Which is what comes before Girl Guides – is this the same in every country?)
And today, they went to our local Fire Brigade in Stockport, (north west England). Though, I think they call it a ‘service’ now, rather than a brigade.
Anyways, she got to dress up as a firefighter, spray a hose and set the siren going in the engine. She absolutely loved it. (As did certain adults, ahem.)
Where would we be without our brave firefighters? Burnt to a cinder, that’s where. Or stranded in a flood.
So, to all the men and women of the Fire Service who risk their lives on a daily basis – thank you.
And, the real thing…