Possibly the most dull place to spend a weekend.
A NAAFI run by fascists with anti social opening times, an eagles rest bar that sells beer that tastes like buffalo sweat and a distinct lack of growler and ginsters vending machines. Bar staff all look like extras from Star Wars and none are under 15 stone
A bonus of being on gaurd was being able to tear up the airfield in the series three landrovers and going for a sly one off the wrist in the dead ground.
Returning to Middle Wallop was time of misery whether it be to attend Cadres, upgraders courses or Instructors courses.
One of the most nasty and horrible BFT circuits anywhere on earth.
(All the above true in 1989 it may have changed since)