Turned up one morning in thick fog and prepared the Land Rover for a runway inspection in case BLEU wanted to do some autoland stuff. Briefed the assistant...a lovely bloke called George and set off.
As the runway was 300 ft wide this required several passes, with ones head out of the window whilst driving slowly down the runway....the better to spot any debris etc.
About halfway down the runway I heard George on the RT clear a vehicle to cross the main drag...I was deliberating whether to to remind George that I was on the runway, when said vehicle suddenly appeared seemingly 6 inches away from the nose of the Landy before being swallowed up again in the murk. When I appeared again in the tower, George looked at my ashen face and looked suitably crestfallen.
I got my own back on him the day I managed to creep up on him as he was manning the caravan and fired a bird scaring flare in his direction, it arrived just over the roof of the caravan before detonating.
I remember being nicely asked by the fire service not to have practice alarms whilst the naafi wagon was delivering the morning sticky buns to the fire station.
Nugget 93 was, while I was there, engaged mostly in driving the Sea Vixen at speed into the arrestor wire over and over again....I never did find out why. He was a Scottish guy Millar/ Miller? I can still hear his voice if I close my eyes and think for a moment....he used to sound completely knackered at the end of each serial.