It's late, as usual. I am on my way back home, after having been called in for a paediatric trauma - the patient, a 13 year old boy, was bigger than me, and virtually unharmed. I am driving along the motorway, looking forward to bed, when I see, right in front of me in the fast and middle lanes, two cars, both stationary, one pointing the wrong way. Brakes, swerve, stop. I can see one of the drivers, but the other car, the one with it's bonnet towards me, is empty.
I flick my blue lights on, park appropriately to warn other drivers, and get out. I don my flight suit, so that I am safe, and approach the driver. He is unharmed, somewhat shaken, and rather worried about his cargo of china that he has in his car. I help him across the motorway, where the other driver is sitting on the hard shoulder, unharmed but somewhat shaken.
I call 999 and let the police know what has happened, and tell them that I am in a blue-light vehicle, and that I have parked appropriately, in order that other drivers can see. The police officer I am speaking to tells me that is inappropriate, and that, as long as there are no injured parties, I should continue on my journey. I think this is somewhat odd, but decide to do as I am told.
Making my way back across the motorway, I watch in horror as a car hurtles towards to the accident scene at breakneck speed, swerving all over the road and coming to a very unsteady stop, mere inches from the cars. I think about what might have happened had my blue lights not been visible, and know that I would have been called back.
11 months ago