Royal Berkshire Fire and Rescue Service spokesman Mark Antell said: "At 1.20pm on Wednesday, May 22, we received reports of a man trapped, requiring rescue, behind Church Lane, close to the [St Lawrence] church.
"Two crews from Newbury, one crew from Dee Road and a crew from Dorset and Wiltshire Fire and Rescue Service were sent to the scene.
"Firefighters assisted the man to release him from knee-high mud.
"Crews were on the scene for just over an hour."
South Central Ambulance Service spokeswoman Michelle Archer said: "We had an ambulance officer on scene and fortunately the patient was not injured."
South Central Ambulance Service spokeswoman Michelle Archer said: "We had an ambulance officer on scene and fortunately the patient was not injured."
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‘Just don’t panic,’ he muttered to himself. ‘The main thing is not to panic, you’ll only make it worse.’
He tried gingerly to extricate one leg, wobbled, and replaced it in its original position.
‘Not panicking. Definitely not panicking. I can do this.’ He took some deep breaths. ‘Keep calm. Don’t think about the obstacles, think about the positives.’
He looked around.
‘It’s a nice sunny day. I’ve got a beautiful church to look at while I’m here – if I crane my head round and don’t wobble too much. No one’s here to see me stranded so I might just be able to keep it a…’ He broke off, a look of horror spreading across his face. ‘No!’ he whispered, urgently, staring at a figure emerging from the bushes along the footpath. ‘Please, God, no! If you have to send someone send anyone but…’
‘Danny?’ The figure had caught sight of him and stopped.
‘Stacey! Hiya,’ Danny waved breezily.
Stacey tilted her beautiful head to one side and narrowed her eyes. ‘What are you doing out there in the mud?’
‘Training!’ Danny attempted a gentle squat: shakily descending a couple of inches and then returning to the safety of a standing position. ‘I’ve got the Tough Mudder competition in a couple of weeks.’
‘Oh yeah! You and some of the other guys from the rugby club isn’t it?’
Danny’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that he was part of the Tough Mudder team! He’d always thought she barely realised he existed.
‘Yeah - Mikey, Craig, Jonesy, all that lot.’
‘Cool.’ She stood, waiting. ‘Don’t let me stop you then. What are you going to do next?’
Danny looked down at his legs, snugly encased from the knee down in thick, treacly mud.
‘I’m erm…I’m working on my core.’ He bent slowly from one side to the other.
‘Danny?’
Danny looked up to see amusement in her eyes.
‘Yes?’
‘Shall I call the fire brigade?’
A hundred answers flashed through his mind – defensive, hurt, scornful, bemused answers to put her off the scent. And then –
‘Yes please, Stacey.’
He tried gingerly to extricate one leg, wobbled, and replaced it in its original position.
‘Not panicking. Definitely not panicking. I can do this.’ He took some deep breaths. ‘Keep calm. Don’t think about the obstacles, think about the positives.’
He looked around.
‘It’s a nice sunny day. I’ve got a beautiful church to look at while I’m here – if I crane my head round and don’t wobble too much. No one’s here to see me stranded so I might just be able to keep it a…’ He broke off, a look of horror spreading across his face. ‘No!’ he whispered, urgently, staring at a figure emerging from the bushes along the footpath. ‘Please, God, no! If you have to send someone send anyone but…’
‘Danny?’ The figure had caught sight of him and stopped.
‘Stacey! Hiya,’ Danny waved breezily.
Stacey tilted her beautiful head to one side and narrowed her eyes. ‘What are you doing out there in the mud?’
‘Training!’ Danny attempted a gentle squat: shakily descending a couple of inches and then returning to the safety of a standing position. ‘I’ve got the Tough Mudder competition in a couple of weeks.’
‘Oh yeah! You and some of the other guys from the rugby club isn’t it?’
Danny’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that he was part of the Tough Mudder team! He’d always thought she barely realised he existed.
‘Yeah - Mikey, Craig, Jonesy, all that lot.’
‘Cool.’ She stood, waiting. ‘Don’t let me stop you then. What are you going to do next?’
Danny looked down at his legs, snugly encased from the knee down in thick, treacly mud.
‘I’m erm…I’m working on my core.’ He bent slowly from one side to the other.
‘Danny?’
Danny looked up to see amusement in her eyes.
‘Yes?’
‘Shall I call the fire brigade?’
A hundred answers flashed through his mind – defensive, hurt, scornful, bemused answers to put her off the scent. And then –
‘Yes please, Stacey.’
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