Went to Kingswood for the first time the other week and after grounding the car on the entrance to the car park was confronted by travellers who had made thier home passing a few days later I noticed they were gone so returned later with the wife and before stopping the headlights of other parked cars lit up the seconds it was a playground for Fiesta,s and Corsa,s. Needless to say we have,nt been back but found another location be interested to know if anyone else has had the same problem there or was it just an isolated case.
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Kingswood Bawtry
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hi i had the same problem at kingswood i lived in doncaster when i was younger and still have family there so i am in the area alot but i havent found anywhere interesting yet let me know if you know of any good locations or if you fancy meeting up somrtime thanx
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Sexlightened
hi i,ve been there a few times with my truck and had 1 cupl come in all night but i,ve found after 9pm its empty no 1 comes in its dead 4 the rest of the night n sometimes when im passing i say should i go n park there but nothing happen's its just a waist of time but would like to know were theres anywere else to go around there n if i can put my warm truck in there so if any cupl come in they can come in my truck n keep warm n have sum fun lol but never had any problem with boy racers i go past there every wk if your intrested just pm me lol hope 2 here from you soon....
Warming the Bed
heres a clue,flying planes,work it out and you will know when ur in the right place down a dead end lane,hope this helps
Sorry to be alarmist, but Doncaster police are actively discouraging dogging.
I was at a certain place where horses go the other night with my girlfriend. We were just getting going with our audience, when a police car drove up (luckily the drive to this place is nearly a mile long, so we were all descent). The police took our car reg and warned us that if we were seen again parked up with other cars around, they would be forced to report us.
This place is well away from housing, but because there had been reports of damaged vehicles they were looking again at the possible areas of conflicts between couples and certain boy racers.
It seems to me and my girlfriend that people should avoid advertising the place, but use email to be specific.
Good luck dogging.
I was at a certain place where horses go the other night with my girlfriend. We were just getting going with our audience, when a police car drove up (luckily the drive to this place is nearly a mile long, so we were all descent). The police took our car reg and warned us that if we were seen again parked up with other cars around, they would be forced to report us.
This place is well away from housing, but because there had been reports of damaged vehicles they were looking again at the possible areas of conflicts between couples and certain boy racers.
It seems to me and my girlfriend that people should avoid advertising the place, but use email to be specific.
Good luck dogging.
Sex God
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I have no idea where the place you mention is but isn't there just something wonderfully rude sounding about a place called Bawtry!
Or is it just me?
Thats nowt Dippy near us we have Cockshoots Wood, and Dix Pit (say it quickly) just looking around the area for a lake called Cox Wallow
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There's also a small village called Gaggingwell too............................. 
Mal
Mal
Sex God
Yeah weve seen signs fer that Mal !!
In Sussex we had to drive through a village called Blackboys, to get to Studley :-)
In Sussex we had to drive through a village called Blackboys, to get to Studley :-)
that reminds me of a village i used to drive past called Wetwang....
anyway a 'friend' and i were up at Bawtry the other week, no action and we drove around the place where 'planes take off' and could find nowt, she got a bit bored, anyone PM me the correct place to go and hopefully she will give me another chance.
Tom
anyway a 'friend' and i were up at Bawtry the other week, no action and we drove around the place where 'planes take off' and could find nowt, she got a bit bored, anyone PM me the correct place to go and hopefully she will give me another chance.
Tom
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Wetwang....
:giggle:
I just remembered the name of a place in Essex (not a dogging site, as far as I know) that I found when I was doing a search for something....Fingringhoe!
Herts is so dull by comparison but we do have Tyttenhanger
I think the Bawtry bods should come south for a night! (waits for JTS to become apoplectic, tee hee)
Sexpert
We was out and about last friday we also went up to KW bugger all in there(apart from shouting yobos hiding in the woods calling us gays cant work that one out when there was me and the wife sat there)we scapered off at high speed as weve heard they throw stones at the cars, then we headed for the Rc and got collared by the old bill, not to be put off we then headed for the place where theres lots of planes but couldnt find anything so we ended back at home a very dissapointing night we if anyone can enlighten us as to where you go in donny and the surrounding area we will be most grateful, in a pm thogh please not on the forums. Thanks
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yobos hiding in the woods calling us gays cant work that one out when there was me and the wife sat there
Its weird when they do that isn’t it?
Maybe it was four years ago, I can’t be sure, but we were sat in a car park with a guy known as “the master” by my window, and another fella from here by Mrs Dirty’s window. Then these kids drew in and done a slow drive by. Eventually they parked a few metres away, but with a clear view of our car. Now, in any circumstances, you’d imagine most guys would view the scene before them as heterosexual, or at least not overtly gay, but these guys were only seeing what they wanted to see of course .Then the abuse started. “Oiy, faggots, you should be ashamed of yourselves” :shock: . Well, you look up, and then all around you. Nope, only us in the car park. Its clear that these gentlemen are alluding in a most unbecoming manner that we are a quadruplet of pork offal meatballs! :shock: The very thought! :lol: At that point, the Vauxhall Cavalier starts to rock wildly, and in front of our very eyes, a rotund bare backside is wedged into the rear passenger window opening. Then shouts of “hey, big boy, how much for my arse?” :? The penny starts to drop. You know what I’m saying don’t you? Well, maybe his mates didn’t spot his erection, but he must have been in some sort of crisis because he just seemed kinda glued to the spot!
Either that or his arse was irretrievably wedged into the window opening 
.Anyway, we decided to wind them up a little by driving at them. At first they made to leave. Now I can’t really say whether the screams we heard was just more abuse, or whether the combination of four kids in a slackly sprung Cavalier and a pot holed track was battering Fatty Arbuckle’s testicles to pancakes, but whatever the cause, their overburdened Vauxhall pulled up and another torrent of heckling began :cry: .
Now, I can’t honestly say quite why I did this, or even if I was in control of my vehicle at the time, but the urge to stick my bull bar up Lardy’s rectum was suddenly quite overwhelming. “The Master” and the other guy had peeled away, thinking that our little lark had reached its conclusion. They must have seen my vehicle heading towards the Cavalier like a fucking Tomahawk missile and decided to follow up the chase :lol: . The sound of tyres squealing was akin to the din that normally accompanies a couple leaving the car park with the shaggers of hell in hot pursuit. It must have been a confusing scenario for the lads! Thinking about it, the sight of three vehicles tearing after an arse in transit might not have looked so out of place in that car park after all! :twisted:
The nose of my truck lifted and the turbo just started howling like a banshee. The Cavalier was snaking all over the track. Then a figure emanated from the front passenger window wielding a beer can, which moments later bounced off my windscreen
. Mrs Dirty was laughing hysterically, and shuffling amongst the storage compartment, only to sit upright again wielding a fucking lump hammer! :shock: That brought me to my senses, I can tell ya! Whilst I was grappling with her, the kids made good their escape, but what a night that was! :twisted: It probably wasn’t the brightest idea, in hindsight, given that they nearly took my screen out with a ball bearing gun a few weeks later :cry: .Actually, I’m not sure if they were the same batch of rug rats, but if they were, providence certainly conspired to grab them by the goolies a short time later. The regs on our home patch will probably know this story anyway. The couple in question are quite well known, and he is a guy that doesn’t tolerate fooldom lightly. The kids were apparently giving them literary recitals such as “you know wot I mean innit?. Innit, you know wot I mean yeah, innit? Bargain bucket to go innit, yeah, you know wot I mean innit yeah? Innit?” and variations on that theme. I mean, he wouldn’t have meant “bargain bucket” as such, how could he have possibly known? But the act of winding down the window would have just triggered the automated response I guess :lol: .
Anyway, as per the norm, I’ve digressed. The aforementioned couple just started up the car, stuck it into reverse and rammed them! Straight up! :shock: I’m not sure if it was the coup-de-grace for the Cavalier, but the guys in the car park couldn’t believe their ears! The Couple’s car wasn’t exactly a prestige model either, so who won the game of car park conkers I’m not sure, other than the Cavalier was never seen again, but the couple’s was, complete with contorted tow hitch :? .
We have a car park with a funny name. Well, two come to mind…But, as they are both listed dogging sites, I can’t play :cry: . There is however, a “dogger lane” in the town of Wells-next-the-sea, which has no associations with our al-fresco hobby :lol: .
Sex God
Hehhehe we love a bit of DD :-)
Reminds us of a jaunt up to Cr@?*ly Hill once where there is a particularly winding and challenging lane down to the parking facilities. Some similar baseball capped oiks who had been beaten with the eejit stick to within an inch of their IQ took it upon themselves to use the first three or four hundred yards of this track for half of the evening to test out the efficiency of their plastic spoilers by roaring up and down whilst jettisoning various cans, bottles and takeaway detritus into the beautiful woods either side of them (something I know Mr DD will find disgraceful as a fellow lover of nature).
Halfway down the track is a toilet block which is always open as far as we know, and since it seemed their presence was stopping any fun that night Silky and I decided to leave and drove as far as the toilet block,where we paused so I might avail myself of the facilities.
Seeing our headlights they obviously thought it would be a good time to show off their driving prowess to an audience and proceeded to accelerate at full tilt towards us with their full beam glaring and hooter going.
The vehicle in question was a somewhat venerable Citroen Saxo I believe , which was unfortunate enough to sport the predictable spoilers and body skirts as well as tinted glass and ridiculous sparkly paint job - more relevantly it had ultra low profile tyres and had been lowered quite substantially. This would not have been an issue cruising past McDonalds in Gloucester on a Saturday night - however they were roaring past a public outhouse in a country park - a public outhouse which the local council had thoughtfully provided speed humps outside for the protection of the public after they had exited the toilets.
The result was a resounding crashing sound, with simultaneous showering of sparks- and a very expensive and unnecessary exhaust system in pieces on the footpath. We exited the park in our four wheel drive whilst wiping our eyes to clear the tears enough to see.
Reminds us of a jaunt up to Cr@?*ly Hill once where there is a particularly winding and challenging lane down to the parking facilities. Some similar baseball capped oiks who had been beaten with the eejit stick to within an inch of their IQ took it upon themselves to use the first three or four hundred yards of this track for half of the evening to test out the efficiency of their plastic spoilers by roaring up and down whilst jettisoning various cans, bottles and takeaway detritus into the beautiful woods either side of them (something I know Mr DD will find disgraceful as a fellow lover of nature).
Halfway down the track is a toilet block which is always open as far as we know, and since it seemed their presence was stopping any fun that night Silky and I decided to leave and drove as far as the toilet block,where we paused so I might avail myself of the facilities.
Seeing our headlights they obviously thought it would be a good time to show off their driving prowess to an audience and proceeded to accelerate at full tilt towards us with their full beam glaring and hooter going.
The vehicle in question was a somewhat venerable Citroen Saxo I believe , which was unfortunate enough to sport the predictable spoilers and body skirts as well as tinted glass and ridiculous sparkly paint job - more relevantly it had ultra low profile tyres and had been lowered quite substantially. This would not have been an issue cruising past McDonalds in Gloucester on a Saturday night - however they were roaring past a public outhouse in a country park - a public outhouse which the local council had thoughtfully provided speed humps outside for the protection of the public after they had exited the toilets.
The result was a resounding crashing sound, with simultaneous showering of sparks- and a very expensive and unnecessary exhaust system in pieces on the footpath. We exited the park in our four wheel drive whilst wiping our eyes to clear the tears enough to see.
They do seem to be everywhere now... the 'everyone's a queer' brigade. I mean, I used to be the only gay at the Dogging sites (ahem!)
I invested in a catapult over the summer. I've used it once - silent but deadly. In the dead of night in a dimly lit car park it's almost impossible for the t**ts to know from which direction the shots are coming as there's no real audible sound aside from when it hits.
I haven't aimed for their faces (yet) and am only using small items (like AA batteries which a lorry driver told me where particularly useful for such a thing). I'm saving the paint ball pellets for the ones that really piss me off
I am a nice guy really but you can take the lad out of liverpool...
I invested in a catapult over the summer. I've used it once - silent but deadly. In the dead of night in a dimly lit car park it's almost impossible for the t**ts to know from which direction the shots are coming as there's no real audible sound aside from when it hits.
I haven't aimed for their faces (yet) and am only using small items (like AA batteries which a lorry driver told me where particularly useful for such a thing). I'm saving the paint ball pellets for the ones that really piss me off
I am a nice guy really but you can take the lad out of liverpool...
The terrain in our forested car parks is usually a dissuasive factor when it comes to the “convoy of rhythmic bass” style of kiddy racer. An ill conceived doughnut in one of our car parks would put a fibre-glassed Noddy car upon its roof in seconds . Of course, it seldom stops them trying, but as in your case scenario, it usually prevents them returning. The tree roots are usually quite effective when it comes to circumcising a pimped Corsa, but then those same roots have caught many an unwary dogger too .
Talking about the exposed tree roots, one of the funniest things I ever saw was this: The area in which we dogg is actually very sandy. It doesn’t take much in the way of wind, rain or dogging traffic to erode the soil away and undermine the roots of the Beech trees for example. Now anyone familiar with my rambling missives of yore will probably have a mental image of our car parks that depict a scene of lawlessness akin to a post apocalyptic Mad Maxillian outback shanty town :lol:
Anyway, the traditional method of dogging a car back then was to drive at it, or sprint toward it as it entered as fast as you could, working out relative speeds, projected paths and closing distances as you went and adjusting your gait to compensate. Given the competitiveness of the day, anything that could be advantageous would be utilised, and so the guys were experimenting with nitrous oxide, rocket fuels and performance enhancing drinks etc :lol: .
Ninety nine percent of the time, the incoming friendly would morph into an outgoing hostile within seconds :? . The place was famed for it. But, every now and again, the lads would get to the car, pull the door off its hinges, grapple the woman through the opening and set about any available orifice with a sweaty browed and bulging eyed vengeance :shock: . Only for the woman to emerge some moments later liberally spattered with dogger joy juice, licking her lips and wondering how many mmmmmmm’s and
icons it would take to convey her anticipation of subsequent visits on the dogging boards :lol: .
On one memorable occasion, a small group of “old school” doggs were loosely scattered around the car park whilst the entrance/exit was guarded by the resident rednecks. Then a shout rang out across the car park of “couple!” and all hell broke loose :shock: . Guys were running from all directions, and unless you’ve heard those pounding footsteps crunching on the hard packed dirt surfaces it’s a little difficult to convey the scene. One “old school” dogg muttered “here we fucking go again” as one of the more youthful doggerletes put more faith in his reeboks than his Vectra to get him to the vagina ahead of the pack .
I swear you could hear his approach by the wind whistling around his ears. It was like a fucking Doppler effect. The couple in the car saw the advancing horde, span around and made for the exit. One guy in a 4x4 shouted to his sprinting collegue “GET IN...,QUICK” and the brief distraction proved to be his undoing. His foot must have lodged underneath one of the exposed roots! Now if you ever wish to prescribe a perfect arc, then there isn’t a compass in the world that would have drawn a more precise circle than this fellas head did during his transition from 40mph to a prostrated zero upon the floor. I’d have loved to have heard his explanation down at the A&E .
Where was we? Oh yeah, kiddy racers. Our’s tend to be a lesser class of hooded hoodlum altogether. The subtle graduations of tone on our kid racer cars tend to be more as a result of the ravishes of time and ultra violet sunlight than a dexterously wielded airbrush. The cars are generally slow slung, but usually as a result of ailing suspension and a steady diet of “all-day McBreakfasts” from the occupants :lol: .
Getting on to the subject of discarded cartons and assorted sexual paraphernalia, then yes, one of our better spots in our otherwise pristine forest has recently come under scrutiny as a result of “some” dogging truckers wanting to keep their cabs uncluttered lest the state of their boudoir proves unappealing to passing trade :roll: . The debris to which I refer being directly attributable to a minority of truckers that now habitually overnight in the aforementioned location, the rubbish being “accumulative” in nature and projected from a singular point :lol: . Not in the style of the four hoodies in a "post KFC" greasy chinned, glazed eyed state of euphoria, where a vehicle is emptied of its assorted packaging and skeletol remains from four exit points en-masse giving a more circular spread pattern and subsequently leaving a saloon sized patch of uncluttered earth in it's wake :lol: .
Let me illustrate;
By the way. The pictures above do little to depict the scale of the rubbish. It has to be seen to be believed!
. Of course, it seldom stops them trying, but as in your case scenario, it usually prevents them returning. The tree roots are usually quite effective when it comes to circumcising a pimped Corsa, but then those same roots have caught many an unwary dogger too .Talking about the exposed tree roots, one of the funniest things I ever saw was this: The area in which we dogg is actually very sandy. It doesn’t take much in the way of wind, rain or dogging traffic to erode the soil away and undermine the roots of the Beech trees for example. Now anyone familiar with my rambling missives of yore will probably have a mental image of our car parks that depict a scene of lawlessness akin to a post apocalyptic Mad Maxillian outback shanty town :lol:
Anyway, the traditional method of dogging a car back then was to drive at it, or sprint toward it as it entered as fast as you could, working out relative speeds, projected paths and closing distances as you went and adjusting your gait to compensate. Given the competitiveness of the day, anything that could be advantageous would be utilised, and so the guys were experimenting with nitrous oxide, rocket fuels and performance enhancing drinks etc :lol: .
Ninety nine percent of the time, the incoming friendly would morph into an outgoing hostile within seconds :? . The place was famed for it. But, every now and again, the lads would get to the car, pull the door off its hinges, grapple the woman through the opening and set about any available orifice with a sweaty browed and bulging eyed vengeance :shock: . Only for the woman to emerge some moments later liberally spattered with dogger joy juice, licking her lips and wondering how many mmmmmmm’s and
icons it would take to convey her anticipation of subsequent visits on the dogging boards :lol: .On one memorable occasion, a small group of “old school” doggs were loosely scattered around the car park whilst the entrance/exit was guarded by the resident rednecks. Then a shout rang out across the car park of “couple!” and all hell broke loose :shock: . Guys were running from all directions, and unless you’ve heard those pounding footsteps crunching on the hard packed dirt surfaces it’s a little difficult to convey the scene. One “old school” dogg muttered “here we fucking go again” as one of the more youthful doggerletes put more faith in his reeboks than his Vectra to get him to the vagina ahead of the pack
.I swear you could hear his approach by the wind whistling around his ears. It was like a fucking Doppler effect. The couple in the car saw the advancing horde, span around and made for the exit. One guy in a 4x4 shouted to his sprinting collegue “GET IN...,QUICK” and the brief distraction proved to be his undoing. His foot must have lodged underneath one of the exposed roots! Now if you ever wish to prescribe a perfect arc, then there isn’t a compass in the world that would have drawn a more precise circle than this fellas head did during his transition from 40mph to a prostrated zero upon the floor. I’d have loved to have heard his explanation down at the A&E
.Where was we? Oh yeah, kiddy racers. Our’s tend to be a lesser class of hooded hoodlum altogether. The subtle graduations of tone on our kid racer cars tend to be more as a result of the ravishes of time and ultra violet sunlight than a dexterously wielded airbrush. The cars are generally slow slung, but usually as a result of ailing suspension and a steady diet of “all-day McBreakfasts” from the occupants :lol: .
Getting on to the subject of discarded cartons and assorted sexual paraphernalia, then yes, one of our better spots in our otherwise pristine forest has recently come under scrutiny as a result of “some” dogging truckers wanting to keep their cabs uncluttered lest the state of their boudoir proves unappealing to passing trade :roll: . The debris to which I refer being directly attributable to a minority of truckers that now habitually overnight in the aforementioned location, the rubbish being “accumulative” in nature and projected from a singular point :lol: . Not in the style of the four hoodies in a "post KFC" greasy chinned, glazed eyed state of euphoria, where a vehicle is emptied of its assorted packaging and skeletol remains from four exit points en-masse giving a more circular spread pattern and subsequently leaving a saloon sized patch of uncluttered earth in it's wake :lol: .
Let me illustrate;
By the way. The pictures above do little to depict the scale of the rubbish. It has to be seen to be believed!
I know the feeling Mr DD.
A local layby is to be turned into a nature centre, sorta.
Part of the reason is the litter all over the place, the other is that the truckers are complaining about being propositioned by men....
Well, the litter is from the truckers.....and most of them are there for the guys anyway...the ones that aren't are there for the women....
AND the layby is supposed to be cleaned by a company under contract to the council....but all their guys do is stop there and drink tea and eat burgers, then drive away !!!!!! (they are better than the lot at another (now closed) local site, who just used to hang-about 'til someone shaggable came in !! )
A local layby is to be turned into a nature centre, sorta.
Part of the reason is the litter all over the place, the other is that the truckers are complaining about being propositioned by men....
Well, the litter is from the truckers.....and most of them are there for the guys anyway...the ones that aren't are there for the women....
AND the layby is supposed to be cleaned by a company under contract to the council....but all their guys do is stop there and drink tea and eat burgers, then drive away !!!!!! (they are better than the lot at another (now closed) local site, who just used to hang-about 'til someone shaggable came in !! )
