Nicholas Lowe’s plan was to leave Hexham in the afternoon, but he became trapped with the swelling crowd of men, young and old who were squeezing into the market square for the announcement from the militia.
As the riot kicked off, he was trampled by the stampeding crowd in the market square.
Not someone to look a gift horse in the mouth, he spotted there were a few injured men in the square.
Normally he would not offer treatment to obvious problems, like a bleeding wound and he would stick to remedies for headaches or hidden illnesses.
Today, he thought about the opportunity to patch people up, for a fee, obviously.
He was trying to help everyone who was injured but in the course of one ruckus he sustained a kick to the ribs from behind and he heard the crack himself, maybe across the other side of the Square did too.