And there we were, just about to tot up our winning boules when this screaming broke out. At first we thought 'kids ... crying wolf again' as they do, when it didn't stop and sounded real; everyone raced across the rec to the noise to see what help was needed, when a boy of about 11 was seen running as fast as his legs would carry him across the rec towards the lane entrance. T stayed with the boules and watched from a distance.
Eventually she walked down the lane towards where the running boy and help might appear - to send them down to the other entrance. A car loaded with kids eventually arrived and was directed down to the other entrance of the rec to collect the kid who, it turned out, had injured himself. He had apparently trodden on a nail or something which had gone through his trainers. Much blood all around, but his friend 'who is always dealing with emergencies' told him to hold his sock against the hole while he went for help. Good on ya blue.
And so, we resumed play. Glad to have been of use.