My kids claimed to have found a baby at Shell Island.
I said naaah, no way! People don't leave babies lying around!
But it was true.

They'd found a toddler of about 3 and a half, who'd sneaked out of the back of the family tent and gone off to find the beach.

She'd got stuck halfway down a little cliff thing thing, surrounded by spiky plants, and couldn't get up or down.

The kids and I formed a human chain and dragged her up to the top, and I stood her on the bonnet of my van so she could point out where she'd come from.

In the distance we could see a woman blundering about in more of the spiky bushes, dementedly calling a child's name.

I asked the toddler, who's that? and she calmly replied 'Mummy!'

Mummy was obviously fraught with fear. This was soon after James Bulger's murder, so I can imagine what was going through her head.

We attracted 'Mummy''s attention and the child was soon returned to her family.

When Madeleine McCann disappeared, I bet 'Mummy' thought of my kids and blessed them.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 13 Nov 2008, 18:10, 1 reply)

Well done.
No more needs to be said.
(Big D, Thu 13 Nov 2008, 18:12, closed)