… Bit of a faff signing in and out of the camp though.
Regards Nick.
Many strange experiences visiting MoD sites, forgivable because they had to be serious about security due to active terrorism and intrusive Foreign Intelligence Services!
My favourite occurred at Devonport Dockyard, where at 8am a packed waiting room and queue out the door was being processed by a portly and aged policeman. He was unbelievably slow, apparently half asleep. No one complained, perhaps because he was armed with a pistol.
After about 40 minutes, there was an audible sigh of relief when a sergeant appeared. Until he said, in a strong Plymouth accent, ‘ere je-arge, would you like a cuppa tea?’ On the affirmative, he disappeared. No tea turned up in the 30 minutes it took me to get my pass! Perhaps a behind the scenes crisis, and the chap on duty was exhausted after a double shift, with no prospect of help. Or was it typical? I shall never know!
Dave