Either a random old building which will be retained by the army for countless years, or a shiny new purpose built place which is about to be sold off.
Looks almost deserted. The odd car and an old bloke in jungle boots and a '58 pattern belt are occasionally spotted.
It may appear that we are turning up late, half dressed, un-shaven, dropping kit everywhere with some people doing the same job eight times and other jobs being forgotton completely. We did mean to load the kit onto one truck, re-load it onto another and then transfer it back to the original truck, while that fat bloke shouted at us. Thus accomplishing everything the Regular Army does.