When Rudge Farm Became a Helipad for a Day
Sunday Morning
Sunday mornings at Rudge Farm are usually a slow affair—tea in hand, a vague promise to oneself about tackling the to-do list, and a general air of tranquillity. But not this Sunday. Oh no, this Sunday came with a phone call that instantly injected some high-flying drama into our day.
A helicopter charter company was on the line, requesting permission for a semi-emergency landing in one of our livestock fields—otherwise known as Rudge Farm’s Garden. Apparently, a VIP passenger had a very important meeting in the area and needed to touch down somewhere immediately. Naturally, we said, “Of course, not a problem!” before casually mentioning that the only available field was, well… on a bit of a slope. The company assured us they’d map it out and get back to us. Cue the excitement. The Rudge Farm family was already buzzing—would this be our moment of glory? Would we become the farm that A-list celebrities or international spies used as their secret landing spot? The possibilities were endless.
Then… silence. Hours passed, and we assumed they’d found a more level patch of earth elsewhere. But just as we were settling back into our usual Sunday morning routine, the phone rang again—tracking details had been sent, and the helicopter was en route. In twenty minutes. TWENTY MINUTES!
Pandemonium broke out
We abandoned our mugs of tea, raced up to the livestock field, and prepared to welcome our unexpected aerial guest. The sheep looked suitably unimpressed, chewing their cud with an air of indifference as we flapped about like overenthusiastic air traffic controllers. Moments later, with an almighty roar, the helicopter swooped in, gracefully settling just beyond the sheep, who barely flicked an ear in response. Out stepped the VIP (who we very convincingly told the children was definitely David Beckham), swiftly making his way to a waiting vehicle on the farm track. Within minutes, he was gone, off to his urgent meeting, while we stood there grinning like we’d just facilitated a secret MI5 operation.
And just like that, Rudge Farm was quiet once more. The only sign that anything unusual had happened was the slightly windswept look of the sheep and a few blurry phone pictures as proof that, for one glorious morning, our humble smallholding doubled as a high-stakes landing pad. It’s not every day a helicopter lands in your back garden—but if it ever happens again, we’ll be ready.
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