just over three minutes! There were now five fire tenders,two Landrover appliances and a water bowser on site.As darkness fell the view began to resemble Dante’sInferno. The sky glowed and the flames could be seenbehind and on both sides of the range area. The firefinally reached both Cottesloe Heath and the edge ofStickledown butts and range, and both the trees inCottesloe Heath and the gorse on Stickledown burst intoflames. Two fire tenders were dispatched into CottesloeHeath but were unable to stop the fire advancing up therange.At almost exactly the same time the fire was sweepingthrough Pirbright Ranges; it was not long before theAmmunition Compound was surrounded. Additionalambulance cover was called out, again “just in case”,and the fire continued across Nelson and Langley Rangestowards Caravan Site 7. It was at this point that theorder to prepare to evacuate all caravan sites, and theCamp itself, was given, and parties of soldiers andfirefighters, co-ordinated by Doug Glaister, began goinground caravans and clubs warning of a possibleemergency evacuation if the fire swept through the treesbetween Pirbright and Bisley Camp.The whole of the bottom 200 metres of Cottesloe Heathwas blazing, as was the entire width of Stickledown. Theflames surrounded the flag poles and dwarfed the firetenders, and advanced so rapidly that the firefightershad to make a hasty withdrawal. One fire tender stalledand it was in the balance whether to abandon it or riskthe crew in getting it started. In the end it, and the crew,were saved but it was a close run thing.Such was the intensity of the fire between the two campsthat the senior fire commander withdrew all the firetenders to form a line between the two camps, thusleaving the fires in Cottesloe Heath and on Stickledownto rage unchecked. It seemed as if all the Stickledowntargets and butts and the whole of Cottesloe Heathwould be lost.The fire had, meanwhile, spread eastwards and wasthreatening Short Siberia and the Century target sheds.It was now midnight but an emergency call for staff andvolunteers produced most of the target shed staff andfour markers. With the use of a tractor they managed tomove nearly 800 targets from the target sheds out ontoCentury range floor, taking up most of the width of Butts18 and 19. This was done, incredibly, in just over onehour!The fire in Pirbright had begun to die down; at about02:00 the Fire Commander released some tenders torecommence fighting the fire in Cottesloe Heath and onStickledown. The fire in Cottesloe Heath had reached anatural fire break in the trees, and it was here that thefire crews managed to hold it and prevent it advancingfurther up the range. Due to this action the greater partof the range was saved and BSG lost no equipment atall.The fire on Stickledown was also dying down at the sametime. This was due, coincidentally, to the fact that a largearea of heather had been cut the previous week toimprove target visibility on Butts 0 and 1, and this actedas a perfect fire break. The flames only reached the buttsaccess road over a distance of about 50 yards rather than1000 yards, and never jumped the road, thus saving thefirefighters from facing flames on three sides at the sametime.By 03:00 it seemed as if the worst was over and moststaff left for a few hours rest before returning early onSaturday morning. By 08:00 there were firefighters fromthree counties on site, some of whom had been on dutyfor 16 hours and had not eaten. Sarah Bunch and herteam from the Clay Pavilion came to the rescue,producing tray after tray of hot bacon sandwiches andflasks of coffee.The Pirbright and Stickledown fires were out, with justthe odd hot spot still smoking, but the fire was nowadvancing eastwards, helped by a following wind, andwas now approaching the Century stop butts. It wasdecided to meet this threat head on, and the DivisionalCommander organised a team of firefighters to containthe fire in a line from Cottesloe Heath towards Shortand Long Siberia. This finally did defeat the main firein the immediate vicinity by about noon, almost exactly48 hours after it had started.It was unfortunate that the entire Easter Meeting and allother events that weekend had to be cancelled, but thiswas necessary since the firefighters had to have freedomof access to all areas behind the butts to deal with anynew flareups as they occurred in the freshening wind.Over 800 targets had to be moved from the butts.(Photo: Karen Robertson)54Incredibly the <strong>NRA</strong>, NSC, NCSC and BSG lost noequipment or targets at all. All staff worked togetherwith the firefighters during the period to ensure thatthe fires were fought and defeated wherever possible,and the outcome could have been so very much worse.It is unlikely that we shall have another fire for sometime to come (there’s little left to burn) and there is nowno difficulty in seeing the Stickledown targets!
BARBARIANS IN BLOEM!(OR ‘SOUTH AFRICA WITH KNIFE, FORK AND RIFLE’)by Sally RootsThe Team: Richard Bailie, Peter Coley, Sally Roots,Cliff Mallett, Jim Scobie, Garnett Faulkner, Rory White.With the inviting prospect of a few days acclimatisationahead, the Barbarians left Bisley on a bright springafternoon, en route for the hot days and balmy eveningsof sunny Cape Town – or so we thought. On arrival, thereality was a little different however, and the persistentrain left some of us regretting our packing strategies andheading for the shops to buy more suitable clothes. Butit takes more than a spot of water to dampen Barbarianspirits and, fully-trousered, sightseeing continuedundaunted. On reflection, the full hour’s harbour cruisemight have been a little ambitious, but at least the lesshardy souls were able to retire below to the bar whenconditions (think arctic whaling season) got too much.A day’s wine-tasting in Paarl and Franschoek, courtesyof Rory’s cousin, was much more convivial and providedSally with the opportunity to meet cheetahs up-close andpersonal at the Spier estate.Evenings were spent in putting in a little practice forthe serious eating ahead, with Garnett apparentlyembarking on a personal challenge to eat his own weightin steak within two weeks. The gastronomic highlightwas a serious crustacean frenzy at Panama Jack’s – anexcellent seafood restaurant housed in an outwardlyunimpressive wooden and canvas building in thecontainer port. The booking was made on Cliff’srecommendation, but left the team with someunanswered questions – just how exactly did Clifforiginally stumble on this small shack down a dark alleyin a less than salubrious part of Cape Town?After a shaky start, the sun finally emerged on our lastday, although Table Mountain was still shrouded in mist.Breaking out the Factor Dulux sun cream, Richard, Sallyand Garnett headed for the Cape of Good Hope, viaSimon’s Town and the penguin colony at Boulders, whileCliff and Jim took Peter for some light exercise on thegolf course. The forecast for the next few days wasexcellent, but our holiday was over and it was time toget down to the serious business of the tour.Having flown back to Johannesburg and collected theteam vehicles, the next step was to retrieve our riflesfrom Richard van Lingen, who had met us on our arrivalin Africa and kindly agreed to rifle-sit during our visitto Cape Town. Despite having taken extensive notes toenable him to retrace his steps back to Richard’s house,team navigator Vasco da Coley still managed to take uson a tour of some of the more dubious parts of centralJohannesburg. Proving the truth of the old adage ‘Ifyou want to know the way ask a (ex) policemen’, Rorytook over after an hour or so, and we eventually reachedthe van Lingen residence in safety, shortly before theefforts of maintaining his fiercest ‘don’t-mess-with-me-I’m-a-chartered-surveyor’ expression proved too muchfor lead driver Richard.Fortunately for all our nerves, the remainder of the driveto Bloemfontein was uneventful and the team settled intothe comfort of the City Lodge Hotel, where half the teamfound they were able to watch TV from their baths andthe other half were jealous. The first of several visits tothe local steakhouse ensued, and kit was sorted readyfor the zeroing.The Barbarians had arranged to buy hand-loadedammunition from Cherryll and Chris van Niekerk andintended to compress rounds to suit individual chambersizes, using a borrowed hand press. However, the firstmorning in Bloemfontein led to the discovery that thepress contained the incorrect die and a morning ofserious Team Captain phone calls ensued, resulting inPeter spending the afternoon in a cupboard at the backof an obliging local gun shop, compressing sufficientammunition to cover the first few shoots. A morepermanent solution was swiftly found in the form ofSouth African shooter (and Dungannon RC member)Brian Smith, who loaned the appropriate equipment. Fora considerable part of the weekend, Peter’s hotel roomcould easily have been mistaken for a clandestine armsfactory, with relays of Barbarians feeding and operatingthe portable press and counting rounds into batches. Theeffort was worth it, however, as the ammunitionperformed well in everyone’s rifles, as proved by theelevations achieved during the initial club team matches– shame about some of the wind calls!Much has been said previously about the conditions onthe range in Bloemfontein, so it will suffice to say thatthe Barbarians experienced (and enjoyed) the wholegamut; from cool and blustery through to extremely hotand apparently still, via all points in between. Significantchanges frequently occurred while the shooter was inthe aim; interpreting the combined meaning of flags,mirage and fall of shot could be challenging to say theleast. (Having collected a particularly fine waterlineouter, Garnett remained adamant that his call of 1 rightwas perfectly reasonable at the time, despite his plotindicating that 7 left would have been far moreappropriate!) Only Cliff appeared master of theconditions, achieving consistently respectable scores inspite of an unanticipated change of rifles halfwaythrough the week.The pros and cons of cleaning one’s rifle duringcompetition are frequently discussed, but rarely lead toviolence. Late one night, however, the peace of the hotelwas disturbed by loud thumps, bangs and Meldrewesqueexclamations of “I don’t believe it” emanating fromthe direction of Cliff’s room. Notwithstanding Garnett’sreassurance (“Ah, he’s probably just adjusting hissights”), the noise was sufficiently alarming that thereceptionist felt obliged to confirm that Cliff was OK.Sadly the same couldn’t be said for his rifle, from whicheven brute force had failed to remove the wedged, andby now rather battered, cleaning rod. Cliff spent the55