I flew the Queen Mum's hats from Castle of Mey to Aberdeen, in pursuit of the grand old Lady with a fishbone in her throat (in Lossie's other SAR cab).
The biggest problem was stopping a certain very old and senior Master from rummaging her luggage. Given the view from the cockpit of a Sea King to the cabin, I have no idea of the extent to which my orders were obeyed.
Sven