1771, quite. We were in the North Front mess though. Very impressive.
First thing every morning, bugle call, guard would come out, open the gate, every evening in reverese. An exercise in futility, which much of BritMil is, as the Spanish gates remained shut and just got rustier and rustier with litter gathered about.
Bar at lunchtime, white-jacketted barman would shut shop, few minutes later a soldier emerged in greens, webbing, SLR. Try that with an RAF Steward in those days and everyone would have nightmares.