Our night cross-country during Jet Provost basic training included a 'pundit crawl'. But in those days there were considerably more RAF aerodromes in existence....
One of the jolly japes played on new lads working in the ATC tower was to "Take a cup of tea over to the chap in the pundit", who was described as having a lonely existence tapping out the ident with his morse key. The poor lads would wander round the pundit trying to find the door until the penny dropped!