9A. Bonking in Dorset.
During the winter of 1995 Colin Boyce happened to be reading the Sunday Supplements holiday section and came across an article about the Landslip near Lyme Regis in Dorset and how every year parties of tourists have to be rescued from the extreme undergrowth, having lost their bearings. Seems to be the right place to have a DF contest !
On inspection with Paul Clerk G0BTH, his suspicions were confirmed. He had never seen such thick brambles etc. The area was also fairly long and inaccessible apart from either end, so they decided to put both transmitter sites in the land slip about a ¼ of the way from each end. On the Saturday before the contest they spent many hours putting up the wire antennas to confuse the competitors as much as possible, and got fairly scratched for their pains (sic).
Colin arriving on site on the Sunday complete with Tx, Log sandwiches, settled in to his hide and sent out the first transmission at 13.20 and then settled back to wait until 14.00 for the next transmission time. Knowing that the first competitor would not get to him before 14.40 or thereabouts, he was very surprised to hear voices approaching at about 14.15. Raising his head slowly from the hide, he saw a young couple making them-selves comfortable on a grassy knoll about twenty feet from where he was hiding. Having led a very sheltered life and being easily shocked(???), he was horrified to see that their intention was to procreate the species. Raising himself up to get a better view, he suddenly thought that, if they only knew that he was so close it would probably spoil their pleasure. Bearing in mind that if they took too long there would be many competitors running around to guarantee red faces(???) on the hapless couple. Fortunately the exuberance of youth prevailed and they were soon continuing their walk totally unaware of Colin’s shocked countenance, and their narrow escape from being star exhibits in the Torbay D.F.