Tassie

We flew into Tassie (as I believe the locals call it) early on Monday morning. There was no snow and no David Boon to meet us at the airport. There was only a Begal that was very good at finding the food we brought with us.

We got a few drills in on the Monday and then went off to get food and check into our accommodation. Woollies didn’t know what hit them – we jammed up all the checkouts about 5 deep and the locals weren’t too impressed.

The first drill we did was ‘the massive fire with black smoke’ drill.


We also did some engine and wheel fires.


All the time watched by our ever alert safety officer, Wilko.