Following last week’s revelations about a ‘dogging’ spot on the A404, reporter John Balson went to discover what happens at the layby after the sun goes down.
After playing five-a-side football on Tuesday night I returned home to Holyport, made tabouleh and watched Kerry Katona on TV.
I did pretty much anything to take my mind off the fact that when the clock struck 10pm I was going dogging.
When the time came I hopped into my orange Fiat Punto and headed to the A404, accompanied by my inquisitive housemate Dean, 23.
It was dark and drizzly as I steered off the dual carriageway and into the notorious layby on the northbound stretch.
There were seven lorries and about 20 cars lined up along its length.
Almost all the spaces were taken but I just about managed to squeeze between a blue Porsche and a silver Fiesta. Both occupants were nowhere to be seen.
“What happens now?” asked Dean, as I switched off the car engine. “Now, we wait,” I replied.
It was a good 10 minutes before we spotted our first sign of dogging activity. A beefy man in a tight black T-shirt emerged from the bushes zipping up his trouser flies.
Next, a man in a Landrover pulled up alongside and wound down his window beckoning me to do the same.
This was followed by dozens of cars occupied by lone men flashing their headlights or flicking their hazard lights on and off before getting out and loitering literally inches from my window.
Finally after an hour on the layby and having spotted even more ‘activity’, including torch lights shining in the undergrowth and more men emerging from bushes and a public footpath, I decided to call it a night and headed back out on to the road.
*This week a farmer spoke of his struggle fighting away ‘doggers’ and male prostitutes having sexual encounters near his family’s land.