As a young boy I lived on Portland Bill in a little cravan right next to the lighthouse. Boy, was that foghorn loud. I would never have guessed aged 17 I would be working at FOST in the MSO and then a few months later on a ship doing my first Work-up. There are tons of tales from that place, I'm sure. A couple I recall was when one ship bumped into a sub. The signal I had to hoist was so bloody long I had to walk down to the quarterdeck towing the signal behind me, and even then I don't think any ships could read it. Another was when some ship nearly blew the tug towing the target out of the water. Happy days!