Marches in and out tales
My first MQ was cleaned and polished to within an inch of its life - we even stayed with a friend on the last night to leave it spotless. Early the next morning the hooter went off and the last we saw of friend was him leaving with his gas kit. The march out/in was done by me and a proxy, a rock ape straight in from the exercise, who promptly tramped boot loads of mud all over the pristine house.
Fortunately, the next (and last) 3 places were all earmarked for renovation so we were able to leave them all as they were.
Fortunately, the next (and last) 3 places were all earmarked for renovation so we were able to leave them all as they were.
Carpets
When Chivenor downscaled, the airmen's quarters were offered to the council, but I gather were rejected as being substandard. Worse still, I'm told that when Sgts & airmen were moved into officer quarters the wall to wall officer's carpets were trimmed so as not to be 'wall to wall' due to a lack of entitlement of other ranks.
Ecce Homo! Loquitur...
The highlight was the sheep dog trials [whatever it was called].
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Man_and_His_Dog
Both fascinating and amusing stuff for a dark blue reader who has never been asked to undergo a March In or a March Out in any Navy, or indeed one Army, OMQ. 
Jack
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"Glenn the dog" from next door sat entranced, about a foot from the screen. He even searched behind the TV to see where they had gone if they moved off picture.
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No March In/Out tales spring to mind here.
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Not just a march-out, but a throw-out.
Portadown Way JHQ backed onto the woods, deciduous mostly. Every autumn, prodigious leaf fall ended up inthe back gardens. SROs [or whatever] forbad householders from returning the leaves whence they came ...... the Forstmeister was adamant. Neither could you bonfire them.
However, march-out demanded a tidy and leafless garden.
Hence furtive excursions at first light or dusk, bearing sacks and sacks of leaf sweepings, to be SCATTERED not dumped in tell-tale heaps.
Like so much of service life, you couldn't make it up.
Portadown Way JHQ backed onto the woods, deciduous mostly. Every autumn, prodigious leaf fall ended up inthe back gardens. SROs [or whatever] forbad householders from returning the leaves whence they came ...... the Forstmeister was adamant. Neither could you bonfire them.
However, march-out demanded a tidy and leafless garden.
Hence furtive excursions at first light or dusk, bearing sacks and sacks of leaf sweepings, to be SCATTERED not dumped in tell-tale heaps.
Like so much of service life, you couldn't make it up.
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