Years ago i was on guard for a week at Weston on the Green. If you don't know, its where The parachute courses do there drops, It was civilian glider place at weekends, There was a club house with a kitchen, At the side of this Building was a big skip, the one that has double doors on it. Early hours one morning i can hear banging coming from the skip. I walk up to it and peer inside with the old green torch, This f***ing great head pops up, i about shit myself, this head was huge, After the initial shock it became apparent it was a Great Dane that belonged to the farmer over the back.