Possibly apocryphal, but our fellow flight at Chivenor had a number of calls for a swimmer in distress in their 'patch'. Picked him up and (at his
very vocal insistence) deposited him on the beach near his belongings. On the subsequent (or maybe third) pickup, the 'eurvivor' managed to communicate (with vigour and volume !) that he was unamused by being interupted in his long distance swim training !
At Thorney, our beach 'bumble' used to take in the Portsmouth water-ski club, one of whose members used to wave wildly inviting a pick-up. Quite irrelevantly, she (almost) wure a bikini, and, in a fit of compassion, Herbie ? and crew gave in. Len S, the winchman carried out the onerous bit suffering from the visual distress caused by the 'strop' having a levitating effect on the lady's torso !
She was returned to the club raft and all was good ... until reports of this essential training exercise reached Mrs Len S ... a lady of some stature and trenchant views on spouse's behaviour !!
Such momentary joy, such long lasting pain !
