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Location Visit to Winspit Quarry - 10th May 2014

The Winspit Quarry Experience
by Hugbot

Travel broadens the mind, they say. And there I was, back in Britain after no more than four weeks, this time for a holiday week in Swanage, skilfully scheduled so that I could take part in the Winspit location visit. Travelling again. Did it broaden my mind? Did I learn something? You bet!

Lesson 1: You can’t view streets on Street View
How does one get from Swanage to Worth Matravers on a Saturday morning? Thankfully, Spaceship Dispatcher had offered me a lift, and via e-mail we had decided that he would pick me up opposite the tourist information office. Isn’t it great to live in the Internet age? Sitting at my desk at home, not only could I book flights and accommodation, but also view the Dorset bus timetables, the menus of the pubs - and I could have a glimpse of Swanage. Maps, satellite images, panorama views... it’s all there. The tourist information office seemed to be a good idea - not far from my hotel and easy to find. Perfect!

Come Saturday morning, and I discovered a little problem that rendered our otherwise flawless plan useless: an innocent looking sign saying ROAD CLOSED. The area around the tourist information office no longer looked as it did in Google Street View, and was now situated in the middle of a construction site. Waiting at tourist information would be futile, as that spot was inaccessible by car. Do I hear you say, Just phone SD? Well, that would have been a possibility if (a) I had his mobile number and (b) I had a mobile phone. But as he wanted to pick me up on the sea-facing side of the road, I assumed that he would arrive from the north. Thus I cunningly concluded that it would be the best option to wait at the north end of the closed road. In due course SD arrived, and my decision proved to be correct. As I tend to say: 'Use your brains and don’t rely on modern technology (see Harvest of Kairos)'. After all, I can remember the days when we were forced to manage without computers and mobile phones (yes, I am that old!).

Lesson 2: British weather forecasts are as reliable as German weather forecasts
As we headed to Worth Matravers, I had a look at the blue sky, the fluffy white clouds and the sun, and I said: “So is that the heavy rain that was forecast?“

Clare had advised us to bring an umbrella because there was a chance of light rain. When I looked up the BBC weather forecast, it even said "heavy rain" for Saturday morning. Even worse, rain was forecast for nearly the whole upcoming week! I should have known better, but for some reason I thought that the weather forecast in Britain would be more reliable than in Germany. Therefore, I had brought my complete rain gear, but no sun lotion, no cap and no sun glasses. Except for one day with a heavy shower (that lasted no longer than half an hour) I sweated under relentless sunshine. Suffice to say that I now own two sets of sun lotion, cap and sun glasses.

As Trevor Travis explained: “We have a weather forecast in this country, but that doesn’t mean we know what the weather will be."

To be fair, it had rained a little in the morning, and it was quite windy. When we arrived at the car park in Worth Matravers, we were greeted by the remaining members of our expedition force, all clad in rain coats. But we soon got rid of them (the coats, not the members!), as the sun shone more brightly with every passing minute.

Lesson 3: There is always an even rougher track
Clare had warned us about the ‘rough track’ leading down from Worth Matravers to Winspit quarry, but that posed no problem for me. I had been hiking in Scotland and on Rügen and thus I am used to rough tracks. In Scotland, my friends and I even had to climb over a derelict railway bridge!

As a matter of fact, the track was not very rough at all. You want to know what a really rough track is? During the following week, I ventured on the South-West Coast Path. That even beat my Scotland experience. This public hiking path consists of (a) narrow tracks, (b) steep tracks, (c) tracks alongside the edge of high cliffs, and (d) any combination of the aforementioned types. And when I say ‘any’, I mean any, including narrow, steep tracks alongside the edge of high cliffs. Some sections really gave me the creeps, in particular when you could see that the cliff edge had recently collapsed. I would have liked to document these spots, but in the most dangerous sections of the path, I didn’t dare to stop and juggle my camera. By the way, did I tell you that I suffer from vertigo? But I ventured forward, even if I had to crawl. (Maybe not because I was particularly brave, but because I didn’t dare turn and walk back!) And the risk was worthwhile. After I overcame the most horrible parts of the track, I was treated to a fantastic view.

In contrast, the path to the quarry was quite muddy, but that was more or less the only inconvenience, and on the way back it had all dried up. The sky smiled at us when we set foot on hallowed ground.

Lesson 4: Always be prepared!
Winspit was the second location I visited, but this time it was different. My outing to Abingdon after RTGP2 had been a solo venture, and I had been completely unprepared. Of course I had the picture of the folly in my mind, but as I hadn’t seen Pressure Point for quite a while, I wouldn’t have found the door without Clanger’s and Sopron’s description; I wouldn’t even have looked for it!

I have to admit that I wasn’t adequately prepared for the Mecron expedition, either. I wanted to watch Games before I left home, but there were too many other things to do. And to be brutally honest: If I were to sort the 52 episodes of B7 in order of preference, Games would be #51. Although I always loved the location! And now I actually stood there, between the impressive rock formations bordering a no less impressive sea!

Others were better prepared, in particular Clanger. He not only carried a file full of screenshots from Games and a Doctor Who episode shot at Winspit, but had manufactured a Mecronian knife just for the outing! The file was an invaluable resource as we explored the area and tried to identify the different spots. Here Vila was hiding, there the rebels were captured, that’s the ledge where Dayna threw the knife - and where she couldn’t have possibly climbed up and down without at least a ladder. Oh, the magic of film making! When you see the rocks and edges where our heroes had been you wonder if the actors got a danger bonus. Today, actors' insurance wouldn’t allow some of the scenes.

There are rumours that there is no public access to most of the caves because of security concerns, but we could move freely around the whole area. No barriers of any kind, just some arbitrarily distributed traffic cones, as if someone had tried to seal off the area and then abandoned the idea. There are of course some spots where no-one would dare to go anyway. Climbing up to the cliff edge? No way!

In one of the caves we discovered some graffiti scratched into the stone, not of the usual ‘Adam loves Eve’ type, but an inscription made by a British soldier in 1938. The Royal Army must have used Winspit quarry as a training area - an ideal site for practising combat in rough terrain. 40 years after the serious war games, futuristic soldiers played war at this spot, and now, 35 years later, we played the futuristic soldiers. Time may run in circles, but fortunately it loses intensity with each pass.

We tried to figure out camera angles, access routes and visual effects. In the episode you can see some mock-ups to simulate a working mine and processing plant, but there must have been some not so obvious ones as well in the scenes of a more destructive nature. In particular we discussed a rock avalanche in the DW episode. Of course they could not have brought down the real roof. When you stand at the spot (and have a file with screenshots with you!), you will notice a striking height difference. They must have fitted a layer of polysterene rocks under the real ledge and let that cave in.

Our famous ‘re-enactments’ were more of a spontaneous nature. No-one actually ‘directed’ them, as I had claimed somewhat boldly in the captions to my photographs. You just can’t stop Clare hopping into the spots where the curly-haired gentleman had been and posing as Clarrant! When TT acted as poor Vila, I was by chance at the right place to play the role of the trooper (convincingly clad in black coat and black trousers). I hearby solemny swear that I did not exert any pressure on his hand! Clanger’s Mecronian knife came in handy for several re-enactments.

Our well-prepared outing raised the suspicions of a group of hikers. Eventually they addressed us and asked what strange documents we were consulting. As Clanger showed his file and explained that the quarry had made TV history, one of the guys looked at a picture of Vila and said tentatively: "Yes, I think I remember that character!" His companion looked at him in bewilderment: "Don’t tell me you have forgotten Blake’s 7?" He seemed to be relieved that there is still a die-hard community of people who fondly remember the series. Maybe a new Horizon candidate?

At last, we had seen all that there was to see, and as we didn’t trust the weather and longed for a hearty meal, we headed back to Worth Matravers. It was a real treat to explore Winspit, in particular for those of us who had visited the location for the first time, and it is good to see that the quarry has remained virtually unchanged. "I’m glad that there is no tea shop", Clanger commented. I suggested that he should open a souvenir shop at Winspit, selling Mecronian knives, fake Feldon crystals and ominous red dust.

Suddenly I realised that TT was missing! But before I could raise the alarm, he reappeared and confessed that he had climbed up to the edge and taken the high road. Against all odds, he survived his venture.

Some of us were well prepared and had brought a second pair of shoes to change into. As I like to travel light, I only had my hiking shoes and left half of Winspit quarry on the floor of SD’s car. To make things worse, TT was unprepared as well and left the other half of the quarry on the floor. SD said it wouldn’t matter, but I still have a guilty conscience about repaying his kindness in giving me a lift by dirtying his car.

Lesson 5: You can’t beat the real thing!
We headed to Kingston (longing for Carribean climate), and when we arrived at the car park of the Scott Arms, we immediately realised that Clare must have chosen a very good pub for the apres-event. Judging by the overcrowded car park, the pub must be extremely popular! Our group in SD’s car was the first to reach the venue. We reckoned that Clare might have a chance to squeeze in her Mini somewhere, but there was no room to accommodate SD’s battle cruiser. Trying to get back to the road proved to be a major problem, as other people tried to get in from the road. You wouldn’t associate a small village like Kingston with traffic jams and gridlocks, but it cost us quite a lot of time to manoeuvre out of the car park and find adequate parking space further up the road. The interior of the pub fulfilled the promises of the car park: it was quite busy. Nonetheless we found two tables side by side for our group and could settle down for a well-earned rest, a meal and the odd beer.

We were only seated for a couple of minutes, when the ‘mad sad fan effect’ occured. There was a ‘Moroccan style vegetable stew’ on the menu, and Clanger suddenly exclaimed: "Hey, I just read ‘Mecronian style vegetable stew.'"

After lunch, Clanger entertained the participants with his little quiz and a raffle in which SD won the Moroccan ... pardon me, the Mecronian knife. Although it would have been nice to own such a rare artefact, I was somewhat glad that my lot wasn’t drawn, dreading having to explain this strange object to airport security.

There are many (so-called) Irish pubs in Germany, even some Scottish and English ones, but you can’t beat the real thing. English cuisine is much ridiculed on the Continent, and I have to confess that I will never get used to flat beer and lasagne served with chips. But I could get used to a warm breakfast, and I love the salt & vinegar thing (a nauseating idea for most Germans), fruit crumbles, cream tea, and the atmosphere of your pubs - the old buildings with warning signs about uneven floors and low ceilings, the decoration and especially the people. In Steventon, Purple Cleric asked me about pub games in Germany. Well, there are some pubs with a billiard table, but that’s it, and the billiard tables are mostly used by separate groups one after the after. Pub championships? No way! People tend to mind their own business. (Of course, you can’t generalise about this; I’m only talking about the regions I know. The people in the Rhine area or in the southern states exhibit a completely different behaviour.) In the following week, I was surprised how easily I could enter into conversations with the locals. I can’t even do that in Germany, where I have the advantage of using my mother tongue! The English made it very easy for a taciturn guy like me. When there really is something like ‘English reserve’, it was on holiday as well. In particular I remember Wednesday evening: ‘Curry Night’ in the Red Dwarf ... no, make that the Red Lion in Swanage. At the table next to me sat an OAP couple, and after dinner they asked how my curry had been. My answer brought up the inevitable question of where I came from, and thus a nice chat ensued. We talked about ships, about Isambard Kingdom Brunel (coming from Reading, they even knew Steventon), they recommended a visit to Bristol (apart from all the merits of Bristol they mentioned, there is of course the Blake & Beer event) ... and finally they asked why I had picked Swanage as my travel destination. I told them about Horizon and the Winspit expedition.
"Blake’s 7?" the nice elderly chap said with astonishment, "that was the one with the wobbly sets, wasn’t it? They used to poke fun at that!" I assured him that there are still people who are able to look beyond the wobbly sets and relish the quality of the stories, the actors and the dialogue. We went on to talk about BBC classics, and when I mentioned Sapphire & Steel, his eyes lit up. He seemed to have quite a crush on Joanna Lumley!

Lesson 6: All seaports are created different
All good things must come to an end (or, as we say in Germany: everything has an end to it, only a sausage has two). We left the pub at the rear entrance, not in order to avoid paying the bill, but to savour the magnificent view from the pub’s garden to Corfe Castle. We said good-bye, and SD drove me back to Swanage, where we parted.

That was my first day in Dorset, and a real highlight of my holidays. More than a whole week would follow, but without my new Horizon friends. I felt a bit sad at first, but I was looking forward to enjoying the rest of my holiday in this gorgeous landscape.

It might seem odd to travel from one seaport to another, but I can assure you that Swanage and Flensburg and their respective surroundings are extremely different. It’s not only the difference between rough tide waters like the North Sea (or the Channel, respectively) and the calmer Baltic Sea, but also the difference between an open bay and a small fjord. Yes, the coastline of Flensburg is really called a fjord (at least on the northern shore that belongs to Denmark). Of course, it cannot match a majestic Norwegian fjord, but the basic layout is the same. You have to go for miles until you reach the ‘open’ Baltic Sea, which is not open at all, because all the Danish isles obstruct the view. The view from the dining room in my hotel was a completely different experience: a broad panorama of the open sea with the white cliffs of the Isle of Wight lurking in the background.

Another fascinating aspect of the Dorset coastline is the sharp contrast between the rough and steep cliffs and the lovely, undulate meadows on top of them, criss-crossed by the typical little stone walls. I can’t think of any similar landscape in Germany. In Dorset, I have seen magnificent coastal formations like the Pinnacles and Old Harry Rocks, I have been to the awe-inspiring ruins of Corfe Castle, and I visited several small villages that make you feel as if you have just walked into an old film. Several tourists from other parts of the country confirmed that on the Isle of Purbeck, time seems to have stopped. You always expect Dr Herriot to come driving around the next corner in his vintage car.

The coastline is called the Jurassic Coast (aptly illustrated in a relief outside the village pub of Worth Matravers). The coast not only formed in the Jurassic age, but has abundant witnesses of the past in the shape of fossils. You can literally stumble on them, as I did in Kimmeridge Bay, where I discovered a 12" ammonite on the ground. Before that, I’ve seen those only in shops selling stones and gems, and here they were spread over the ground like ordinary pebbles.

Lesson 7: The world changes for the better
As I wanted to enjoy my Dorset holidays accordingly, I had booked a hotel of a slightly higher category than usual. I had never been in an English seaside resort before, and this turned out to be an interesting experience. Some of the guests looked like archetypes straight out of an Agatha Christie novel, and although my meter will click to half a century in October, I significantly lowered the average age.

One evening I was sitting in the lounge that overlooks the sea, reading a P. G. Wodehouse novel and sipping a glass of wine, when suddenly an elderly lady exclaimed: "Look at that smoke!" We all got to our feet and gathered around the large panorama windows. And really, there was a heavy cloud of smoke emanating from the town, somewhere near the beach. No-one had an explanation for this mysterious phenomenon. One lady muttered something about a ‘bonfire’, but that didn’t seem likely.

The next day, I went to Corfe Castle, where I visited the ruins and retreated to the Greyhound Inn for a nice cuppa. When I headed back to Swanage, I met the barmaid of the Greyhound at the bus stop. We talked a little, and when she heard that I was staying in Swanage, she asked if I had been there the day before. This I did confirm.

"Did you hear the bomb?" she asked.
The what???

It transpired that at the infamous construction site, they found an old bomb in the ground and detonated it. (As I later learned, it may have been a phosphorous bomb, which explains why they didn’t bother to defuse it but just let it burn away in a controlled way, and why we only saw the smoke and didn’t hear a thing.)

The war has been over for nearly 70 years, but there are still relics in the ground. Above the ground, things look quite different. Although the bomb might have brought back some old memories (and coincidentally, TV showed Battle of Britain), no-one made any references to hostile Jerrys, not even the people with whom I talked about the bomb. 100 years ago in WW1, our grandfathers were eager to kill each other out of pure nationalism. 70 years ago in WW2, our fathers shot at each other when the free world took arms to stop a cruel dictatorship. Today, I go to Britain where I not only feel welcome but even make friends with you.

O ye prophets of doom, don’t talk to me about the ‘good old days’ and about the world turning from bad to worse! It’s simply not true. There is progress.

Lesson 8: Never say never
I had a whale of a time in Swanage and in particular on the Winspit expedition with my fellow Horizonists. My second voyage to Britain in four weeks after a hiatus of 25 years! But I think that wraps up my UK tours for this year. I am not exactly what you would call a millionaire, and I loathe flying, so I shouldn’t make a habit of going to Britain every now and then. Therefore it should be completely out of the question that I would book a flight and accommodation for September and venture to Kent in order to take part in the scheduled Quex Park location visit.

On the other hand ...

I am tempted. Don’t be too surprised if I pop up again in September.


by Clare Juland

Winspit Quarry on the Dorset coast is approximately 3 miles from the tiny village of Worth Matravers. Used as the filming location for both Dr Who – Destiny of the Daleks and the Blake’s 7 episode Games, it was an irresistible place to visit.

Joining me on this particular rebel’s outing were Andy, Karyn, Wendy, Carol, Rob, Alex and Stefan who had teleported especially from Germany! Skilfully avoiding the Federation patrols, the rebels gathered in the car park in Worth Matravers. I say gathered, we were tied and weighted down with half a billion credits worth of Feldon Crystals owing to the extremely strong wind blowing that day. It was even too windy for the ducks to swim on the village pond!

And so when all were present we set off on the walk down to the quarry. It’s a fair distance, so we had plenty of time for chatting and catching up. Point to note that Worth Matravers is a very pretty traditional Dorset village, with stone cottages. It also boasts a pub and a rather nice tea room. Carol mentioned she has sampled it previously! She added that concerts are held at Winspit Quarry on a regular basis, and it’s a popular place for experienced climbers and keen walkers.

The first location we identified was this one, a small alcove in the cliff face where a stream enters the sea. Andy told us this spot was used for filming a Dr Who - Underwater Menace scene where the Tardis landed. However, looking at the precarious nature of this spot, it would seem a bit of camera trickery was involved!

Further on is the main part of the quarry with the double cave entrance that we see from various angles during the episode Games. As this was the first visit for Alex, Stefan and Rob, they set off to explore the area and take photos.

There is a considerable amount of wide open space in front of the double cave which certainly would have allowed the location crew to set up cameras and rig the scenery equipment. One thing that has always fascinated me about these location visits is the actual logistics of transporting and operating the paraphernalia of filming equipment. Hauling heavy cameras, microphones and scenery pieces etc. into a location such as this must require a great deal of dedication, not to mention hard work. Certainly the windy day on which we visited would not have been ideal! Unlike the studio, an environment with its luxuries of controllable lighting and background noise levels, the outdoor film set presents a unique set of challenges.

Speaking of challenges, something that dawned on us while in this particular spot was the height above ground level of the ledge over the single cave, on which Josette Simon as Dayna crouches down and throws the Mecronian knife into the Federation Guard. Andy and the rest of us agreed that there must have been a fairly substantial ladder or some kind of scaffold rigged for her to climb up there, which was either then removed or cleverly masked out for the duration of the filming.

Andy kindly stood in for Dayna!
Dayna is hiding up on the ledge. She throws the knife and then jumps down. However the distance was far more than it appears on screen, and in reality she probably only jumped down a couple of feet or so from a rig out of sight behind the rock.

In front of the double cave is the ramp which served as the mine workings, though the railway line is no longer there. We could see where the existing ramp structure had been embellished with pieces of scenery and false machinery. This site is blown up at one point during the episode. Andy commented that for both that and the scene where the whole cliff face erupts in flames a generous amount of petrol must have been required!

Beside the ramp is a sort of channel which has been dug out and was used in the scenes where Vila hides. It was quite tricky to identify from which angle the filming was done, but the corner where Vila gets his hand stepped on is easy to find.

Next we turned our attention to the cliff overhead where the rebels teleport on to Mecron II. Owing to the strong winds, I decided against venturing up the coastal path to the top of the cliffs where they had been standing. From a previous visit in 2011, I recalled that it is possible to see where they were positioned, but to reach it requires a climb down a very dodgy recess in the cliff top. The actors must have either used a ladder or some of it may have fallen away in the intervening years.

This tunnel is used in a scene where the rebels are sneaking around the mine on Mecron II. Of course I couldn’t resist doing a bit of re-enacting myself. We didn’t think it was a good idea to bring replica guns in case someone misunderstood, so I just pointed instead!

After the tunnel sequence, the rebels hide behind a rocky outcrop. There was a large pile of stones nearby which we presumed was all that was left of the ‘wall’ of loose boulders that Tarrant and Gerren lean against.

Andy and I couldn’t resist doing a bit more scene re-enacting!

Somewhere around this point we were assailed by a group of curious walkers who were wondering why we were looking around the place with clip boards and pointing at various rocks etc. Andy very cleverly explained that we were sci-fi fans, and about Dr Who and Blake’s 7. I think we baffled some of them, but a couple did remember Blake’s 7!

As this location is part of the Jurassic Coast of the UK, Carol and I looked to see if we could find any fossils and we did indeed spot some shell-like shapes in the rocks and what could have been fossilised trees too. But that’s real science, so I’d better get back to the fiction!

Just around the corner was Servalan’s cave. This one goes quite a way into and under the cliffs and daringly I ventured inside. Well, one has to be careful of Mecronian knife-wielding priests! Meanwhile, Servalan and her guard surveyed the area looking for outlaws.

The priests dress down nowadays!

Those rock pillars really do look precarious; mere slabs of rock stacked up to help stabilise the cave. And beware the drips of water from the ceiling - I’m here to say that it’s very cold water! Carol and I found some graffiti carved into the rock wall near the entrance; it referred to a military regiment from 1938, in the lead up to World War 2. Quite why they were looking for Feldon crystals escaped us!

Back out into the sunshine and time for a bit more scene re-enactment on the escarpment where Tarrant and the others sneak around the Federation guard.

A little further towards the cliff face and desperate to restore some kind of normality, Andy and Rob posed as the Tardis - or was that Vila?!

Having made a detailed survey for Feldon crystals, we started to make our way out of the quarry and passed this little piece of rather worse for wear looking wall. It may look slightly familiar!

Before leaving the spot Andy engaged the services of a few stand-in rebels, but you’ll just have to wait for the video to see why! Just around the corner we posed for a group photo inside some ruined buildings used for filming Dr Who.

It was approaching lunch time and the relative shelter of the Scott Arms at Kingston beckoned, so we made our way back to the windy car park before heading off to the pub. Incidentally, the view from the beer garden takes some beating, with a lovely vista over Corfe Castle and the Purbeck peninsula.

Over a very nice lunch and helpings of Purbeck Ice Cream, there was more chat of Blake’s 7 and Andy had brought along a quiz for us all. Alex was the winner and was presented with a replica Mecronian knife that Andy had made as a prize.

Sadly, and all too quickly, it was time for the gallant band of rebels to disperse and return to Xenon base. Though it must be noted that a few pockets were heavier with Feldon crystals!

In closing, I would like to express my thanks to Andy and Carol for taking the photos of me on my camera, and to everyone else for putting up with my Tarrant silliness!

Andy used a very effective means of getting a cheesy grin out of me! "It isn't hard to make Clare smile, as she nearly always is, but if you want to guarantee it for a photo I find shouting out: Think of Tarrant's bum really helps!"


Watch the video here: Horizon Outing

Photographs by Hugbot, Clanger68, Clareblues, Spaceship Dispatcher, Carol. More can be seen on the Winspit Outing Thread


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