Syerston..mid 70's...gliding with 4C's.....on duty pilot day. Light a/c lands and duly taxi's to the launch point....go to investigate said unexpected visitor and out pops "mature gentleman and, er,much younger lady"....put 2+2 together and ask them to wait by a/c until I have spoken to "higher authority"...cough..aka the troops. Return with grom faced troops and begin questioning said gentleman.....all very serious here of course....seems he has mstaken Syerston for er, Sywell.....lots of um ! / ah ! from the troops....then ask for all his details "MoD property, Official Secrets Act" blah, blah ( like a lamb to the slaugher at this point
)...much consternation from said gentlman including the "Mr Smith" routine and "need to be discreet here" etc......alas...full name etc duly provided....strict warning given etc....gentleman and bemused pax depart for Sywell....had he had rear view mirrors, the sight of the masses convulsed with laughter as he departed may not have endeared him towards us.....