The bunker is a mile or two away as I type, and, fingers crossed, won't get any closer.
Before going public as a tourist attraction about ten years ago, it was intended to be the secret nerve-centre to which Scottish ministers - of the political variety, rather than the Reverends I.M. Jolly and W.E. Free - would be evacuated if some Cold War loony dropped the big one. The value of location - and Scottish politicians - is once more demonstrated by the fact that the bunker is more than four minutes away from Edinburgh. I suspect the politicians were day-dreaming about golf bunkers in the St. Andrews area when they let that one past.
Day 2 Atomic troglodyte identified as Ronald MacDonald.
Day 3 Siege ends.