I don't know which is going to be easier to find these days, a real werewolf, or a genuine dogging couple. The bit about the youths that surrounded this crew tells you why the practice of dogging has passed into folklore in many places now - too many dickheads, not enough dickings.
I remember lugging a pub picnic table up onto the Chase one night (it had been dis-assembled, we all carried a bit each and put it back together when we got to our destination). So much easier to, ahem, support your weight on a picnic table than on the natural features. I can't recall bringing the thing back. It's probably still there now, Staffordshire's answer to Stonehenge, The Mystery Bukkake Picnic Table of Cannock Chase...
I didn't know either until I first got AOL in the late 90s, and noticed that about half the chatrooms were about dogging. I looked it up. :shock:
The second thing I learned was that the dirt track behind the local park was a nationally-renowned dogging spot. Well, I knew people had been going there to have sex in cars probably for generations but didn't imagine it was that well-known. :lol: