I'm not sure how it got there. Neatly stopped inside the fence next to a line of artillery pieces and trucks in khaki, the grey sports car looks insubstantial. Silly, even. The driver shouts explanations and denial into his phone; "The road was slippery. No, I wasn't speeding." The others outside the fence look on impassively. They don't believe him, either. The flapping section of the fence and the crumbled steel barrier tell another story. The base guards haven't turned up yet. I guess repelling intruders, even unintended ones wasn't on today's to do list.