Nothing (much) To Report

I have, fairly recently, uncovered a bit of an interest in dogging. Not in actually taking part (well, I don’t think so anyway) but in actually watching the doggers, dogging.

It’s a very good job that Bea is of the open minded variety, as when I suggested calling in at a famous dogging spot in Gloucestershire (the look out point at Birdlip, if you’re interested) at close to 1.30am she was keen to go. Well, I say keen…she just didn’t say no

As we pulled into the look out point from the main road, my heart was actually already starting to pump a little faster than normal. (this could have been all the highly caffinated drinks though) During the day, this car park is full of people walking dogs, and old people bringing tupperware out for a lovely picnic. However…during the night it’s completely different. (and I should add that I actually used to go to this carpark with my stoner mates late at night to smoke pot…I used to wonder why cars kept driving up and down. How silly was I?)

I thought that 1.30 am ish was going to be too late for dogging. I was wrong. I started driving really slowly into the car park, as I wanted to just get a feel for what was going on (and look at the other cars, if I’m honest)

It would seem that driving slowly around a dogging car park actually attracts more attention rather than detracts from it. *ahem*. Parked up in one of the bays was 3 cars, all next to each other. This was it I thought, wow - dogging! (a bit too excitedly) I was really trying to get a good look at what was going on, but I couldn’t see a damn thing.

I was expecting the middle car to be all steamed up, with legs and arms (and other parts of the human anatomy) everywhere, and for the doggers to be actually stood outside the car, doing, errrr, whatever doggers do. I’m far too new at this to even begin to understand the ettiqutte involved in this type of thing.

Anyway, driving on to another bay - we decide to park up and have a bit of a look at the view of all the twinkly lights of Gloucester below. Not more than about 5 minutes later, 2 cars head in our direction…heart pounding again…one car parks up next to us. I can’t see anything of who might be inside. The second car goes and turns around in another bay and is making a slow turn towards us…heart about to jump out of throat…it was at this point, I had a mad crazy notion that they were in fact, serial killers/rapists and the other car was trying to block us in so that we couldn’t get away. (yes, I know this isn’t what dogging is about - but you try being 2 naive girlies in a dark car park at nearly 2am)

So I did what I thought best: quickly start the car and almost wheel spin off.

I didn’t start to calm down until we reached the familiar sight of the Air Ballon pub…I think by then, I’d calmed down enough and suggested going back! She was quick to respond to say that “how fucking dodgy is it going to look if we go back *again*? They’re gonna think we’re up for some serious dogging!”

*ahem*

And that, was my first experience of dogging the doggers. I’m very tempted to go back this Friday…

Moosh

Tags: dogging, doggers, birdlip