It's Monday again - how quickly the weekend seems to fly by - still mild but a tad breezy in NW Wales. Looking forward to a really hard weeks work ahead (NOT). Still, mustn't grumble.........
Morning Slappy - Oh, what joy exercises were - remember them well- especially the one in the middle of Norfolk in a foot and a half of snow, face down trying to evade capture!!
Did one with the marines long time ago, escape and evasion thing. Not exactly fun then if you get snared you get a beasting anyway! I'm too old to be messing about like this!
Sad but true, lads, if you get hold of a kiwi fruit in one hand, one of your nadgers in the other and close your eyes....you can't tell the difference between them. I know, I've tried it.
I'm now barred from Tesco, Asda and Sainsbury's!!!!!!
Morning Boaty - read about your swans - must have been a fantastic sight. Best exercise I had was as a 17 year old on my first posting after training and being admin in the command centre - totally no experience so had to do the teas/coffees/cocoas in a lovely warm control tower overlooking the airfield.......
One exercise I remember was on Brecon Beacons. Artillery live firing. We had all four seasons in one day. Sun, rain, snow, wind-mainly with the rain and snow, all in rotation all day. Shirtsleeves in the sun then grabbing your jacket, then take it off again. It seemed a very long day!
I did my survival training in the Beacons, Boaty and can certainly concur the weather conditions. The 5 days we spent up there were bloody awful and it was November - short days and longs nights in cold bivvys and no telly!!!
Copied it in just to how awake Minty was.... haven't been chastised in weeks... ;0)
As a child well about 18 stuck in a tent in the middle of an airfield with antiquated instruments and a knob end of a boss.... chucked it down, wasn't best pleased with that, or the full noddy kit job in a hanger in Rhinedalen as part of an ARRC ex in 35° heat....people were keeling over all over the place
The following summer we had a cricket match at Crickhowell, which was our finishing point, and kept looking up at the hills muttering 2 words - one beginning with F the other B.......
When the memsahib was pregnant with our 20yo daughter she had a minor (yeah right) wind issue...came home one morning with a respirator...she didn't see the funny side for some obscure reason!!