On arriving at Windsor Castle we were directed to a very large covered garage area and shown which bay the box had to go in. There was some beautiful cars in there parked serenely in their bays but the question was would the Scammell and trailer get up the ramped entrance and squeeze through it. Nothing tried nothing ventured, so I drove slowly up the ramp. The Scammell inched it's way through the entrance with the top rear corners of the cab just scraping the stonework and then we were through. Once again the trailer had to be unhitched, turned around and man-handled over to the vacant bay. Then it was just a matter of connecting up the truck to trailer, winch secured to horse box as a brake and gently allowed to slide down the trailer ramps on to wooden rollers. It was rolled into place and let down on to the floor. Job done, we gathered up our kit and squeezed our way out again and set of back to barracks. A little bit of panel beating, some green paint and the old Scammell was good as new.
My boss, the major, asked if things went OK and I told him it had. We never heard any more about the Mews courtyard drama. We also never got asked to help the Royal establishments again, either. I wonder why? :o) TC.