Against the Scottish Border in the very north of Northumberland lies an 80,000-acre tract of moorland, forest, grass-covered hills and deep, hidden valleys that the word bleak could have been invented for…

A Chieftain MBT being followed by a Centurion ARV in perpetuity

Cursed with an unpredictable climate where all four seasons can hit in a matter of a few hours, it is small wonder that generations of British soldiers on exercise have had something of a lovehate relationship with the estate known as Otterburn Training Area.

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