That's a great read and should provoke many more memories.

The DSM at Gorse Lea, the notorious Reg, has served there for longer than most of us. On one occasion he turned up for morning practice and found himself alone again (you couldn't do that now). The start was repeatedly delayed because of mist on the mountain.

Eventually the sun began to peep through the leafy canopy at Gorse Lea and Reg felt some welcome heat penetrating his cold, damp body. Tired, warmed by the sun, and with nobody to talk to, Reg sprawled out along the bench to bask until the action began.

Suddenly a voice in his dream said, "Are you OK?"
Bewildered, Reg opened his eyes to find a double decker bus stopped beside him and an amused driver saying, "You can go home now, mate, the practice has been cancelled!"