Sapper.
Leeming's southern barrier picked up the 'habit' of raising itself. Finally diagnosed as water getting into the electrics.
Speaking of the southern barrier. After a 4 ship Vulcan scramble (the V's had dispersed on exercise) the southern barrier had taken a bit of a jet efflux beating. I informed the Local Controller who cycled the thing. Sure enough it was tangled to hell.
"Could you nip out of the Caravan and see what you can do to untangle it?" came the reply from the young Flying Officeress in Local.
Being young and keen (and an idiot) I obeyed.
After 5 minutes of unravelling what I could, herself promptly dropped the barrier netting on me! After extricating myself from the nylon? (and learning the hard way of how a North Sea Haddock feels after an encounter with a Grimsby trawler) I regained the safety of the Caravan.
"Oh sorry" herself apologised, "but I've traffic joining".
The traffic was a Gazelle helo joining visually at the mid point of the runway.
Such fun.