Durdle door is surrounded by rolling fields, cliffs and a MOD tank base.
The first holiday we had there, just as it started getting dark, the hills came alive with tracer shells and gunfire.
So we went to have a look...

We piled into the metro and heading for the noise.
Dark, quiet roads, no one for miles, and a metro .
can mean only one thing...

AUTO-SURFING!

For those of you not familiar with this pass time, it involves opening the window, getting your top half of your body out the car and sitting on the window seal with your legs still in the car.
This enables us to pass bottles of wine over the roof of the car , while enjoying the fresh air...at high speeds.
This is of course entry level auto-surfing,

for the advanced techniques, often expertly performed by Josh. Involves sitting on the roof or bonet holding onto the roof rack.
One night, with mike behind the wheel of my car, Josh asked a old couple for directions to a pub while sat, cross legged on my roof.

I digress.

Josh is hammering it through the country lanes, over the hills, with us lot auto-surfing, paying little attention to the signs and scenery.
When we seem to be getting close to the action.
A little too close.

The roads are closed when the MoD practice shooting with tanks.
Well they are suppose to be.

For a minute it was like we were in a war film,
all of us screaming to josh to get us out of there.
I sware tracers were flying over our heads. You could smell the gunpowder .

We convinced ourselves that the tanks thought the bright yellow metro was for target practice, it was like firework night, in bangdad.

Probably not the first time I thought I was going to die in that metro, but one of the more memorable.

Josh finally managed to get us off the military roads and we moved our car party to safer places,
like weaving around the cliff edge.

The next day we retraced our journey to workout how we managed to get onto closed military roads during night ops.

Then josh spotted it.
A amour penitrating anti-tank shell .

Right under a sign saying Do not touch anything, risk of death.
(If someone still has that picture , it would be great to put it here.)

Like any bunch of well adjusted, drunk 18 year olds.
We through stones at it,
But its OK, we were perfectly safe,

We hid behind the metro.