So the big plan for Waitangi day was a mountain bike ride for Rob and me. A course was set and off we went. Within a really short time I had to call for help and we landed in the emergency room with Nana bleeding and coughing up gravel (seriously)
It was a big crash, down a rutty steep hill with lots of rocks. She ended in a cloud of dust and buried in the bushes.
Head impact. Looks lots worse now 8 hours later.
But she is fine and now in bed.
Sarah filling out the paperwork cause I did not know the details.