Well the weekend was cut short...
Slept through the train, stuffed the tent very loosely into the back of the car and drove to the car park meeting point.
Introductions made, the instructor handed out a bit of kit to the three others in the group, and suggested that I could leave behind the hatchet and tomahawk (apparently the prefect had decided *not* to lift the ban on open fires), and said that the kit list that the office had sent out needed paring down a bit.
We set off walking down to the edge of town, into the forest and up a gentle slope with occasional sulphurous smells.
We stopped after about 1km, put our rucksacks down for another talk and discussion. There, I started to feel a bit odd... Ringing in the ears, slight dizziness and nausea and sparkles in my peripheral vision... I told the instructor that I was feeling a little unwell and I went to sit down a little off the path. I remember him telling me to get into the recovery position, asking me questions to check my lucidity, telling me after five minutes to sit up slowly then after another cube minutes to stand up when I felt up to it. Apparently I lost consciousness for thirty seconds.
The instructor hid his rucksack in the brush and took mine; we walked back to the car park where I called the medical services, similar to 111 in the UK. I spoke to a doctor for a minute then passed the phone to the instructor who gave a more detailed account of what had happened, my mental state during the episode and since (Glasgow score and other details).
By this time 40 minutes head passed since first feeling odd and I was feeling much better. The instructor and group went back to the forest. I hung around for about an hour and a half, visit the abbey, drew duke cash from the post office, took some photos then set off to drive home via a village where I had original arranged to pick up a couple of forge tuyères and an anvil.
I took the drive slowly, made three more stops on the way.
I already had prescriptions to do an MRI scan of my neck and another of my brain, so this morning I had a drive over to the clinic to make appointments and had the neck scan this afternoon; I'll get the results of that on Thursday when I go for the other one and a Doppler scan that I have every year as part of routine check-up for diabetes.
At the time I thought that it was the sunlight flashing in my eye as the wind moved the trees. But after getting back home I wonder if it's linked to something I described to my GP, which is what prompted her to prescribe the MRI scans.
So, life not in immediate danger, the instructor got to do a live demonstration of first aid, and I'll be able to join another weekend out when I've found out what caused this episode and how to prevent it from happening again.