The pics of the main gate brings back the memory of a Finningley lunchtime.
Finished lunch up in the No2 Mess thinking to myself, very quiet today. Wandered through to look down on chaos at the front gate. A suspect package lying in the road. Dozens of people queuing at the guardroom to get across for food.
Up walks the SWO slahed peak and stick to the fore.
Looks at the package, prods it with his stick then gives it the mightiest kick this side of the ITC.
Shouts all clear and everything returns to normal. Balls of steel that man.
Ah...... happy days