At Sleaford, near Cranwell, I commanded the BofB parade in the town in 1981.
I was supposed to lay a wreath on the War Memorial, which is surrounded by a wrought iron fence with a gate. Having been presented with my wreath, I marched smartly to the gate - only to discover the bl?@$dy thing was locked.
Plan B involved laying the wreath beside the gate. The band which played at the wrong pace is another story.
O-D
PS The gate was locked, I discovered, because the overtime bill to have a man unlock the gate had not been approved by the town council!!!!!!