Many moons ago was weekend loafing at Gibraltar with a Nimrod (Mk.1, the one that sort of worked...), plus a couple of Buccs (12 or 208). The Air Cdr decided he wanted a bit of aerial activity since Princess someone or other (one of the nice ones) was visiting. We got airborne for 4 hrs "training" (not worth putting your growbag on for anything less) and saline solution watching.
Came back and asked to hold at Bravo with our Bucc frinds, who had also gone "training" for something much less than 4 hrs. No.1 passed sometime doing barrel rolls round us.
No.1 then started his approach from the East, dumped his flaps, gear and hydraulics and called for the CHAG (errr, what....!!!). Apparently it was quite spectacular as he hauled "x" tons of anchor chain down the runway and the Met Office reported 20m vis in rust haze ...
Meanwhile, back at the ranch No.2 diverted to Tangiers, and we reported 20 min. endurance left to divert (ATC didn't believe we would actually run out of motion lotion). We filled up in Faro (not allowed to Tangier) and arrived back just in time to miss the Princess's cocktail party - she apparently had said that we shoudn't have gone to so much trouble just for her...
Saw Air Cdr on Monday morning, and he asked if we wouldn't mind "nipping' over to Tangiers on the way home to settle No.2's fuel bill with our carnet. "Errr, well there was a reason why we didn't go there on Saturday, sir.... perhaps the Adj can nip over on the ferry..."