Night ride in Surrey with a few guys from the local cycling club. Stopped to find the trail turn and one of the guys decided to take a pee - only for the bush he was standing next to tell him to stop what he was doing. Suddenly we were surrounded by a dozen of our finest soldiers laughing their heads off. Made us all jump a bit. They also knew exactly where the trail was…
I had kind if the same experience many, many, years ago whilst out in some woods, on baby motocross bikes. We arrived , mates dad unloaded the bikes, filled them up, and we zipped around a large dirt track, for a couple of hours, with breaks for fizzy pop. The track was pretty much just a circular sandy singletrack , in amongst the heather.
We had stopped for a packet of crisps and all of a sudden a soldier, covered in bracken and ferns, rises up out of the ground in the middle of this area we had been hooning around. We were gobsmacked. He came over to us and asked if we had noticed him and the others and we were like, wot others?.
So; he whistles and a good dozen more stood up. It was pretty cool for us kids to see and we got to handle the guns and root around in some ration packs

. They were also happy to have not been seen, for all the hours they had been there, by quite alot of visitors.
It was a, very, hot day and they had been there under the sun, in full kit, for quite a while. Long before we got there. Just laying there in their own p!ss watching all and sundry having a happy saturday. They said the tough bit was watching people drinking and eating.