And yet I can jump in my little Piper 152 here at Little Piddlington airstrip and fly myself to MAN and get out there on the ramp and swan about airside. And NOBODY has made me walk through any scanner, taken my Aunts knitting needles off me or confiscated my open can of Cola.
If I donned a fluroescent tabard I bet I could swan around for hours and mingle with Pax.
Perhaps the security searches are unaware and believe everyone airside has been through them or is a Copper. Sadly not.
Cheers
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