Well, your Honour, if truth be told I didn't really think about it too in depth at the time....and by the time the day had finished I had long forgotten about the 'comfort break' on the Clyde/tartan whatever. In fact, I was usually so knackered I struggled to remember the destination.
I usually impress on people in an interview that most of my North Sea time was just sitting staring vacantly at the sea, punctuated by bacon roll eating or perhaps philosophical discussion. Although it looks like a lot of hours, I have about the same level of skill as a fairly new R22 PPL. That leaves people under no illusions.