Odd-job pilot in an RAF Gazelle in West Germany during the Cold War in the mid 1980s. Air control orders for the exercise mandated
not above 150 feet agl for helicopters. Sheer, licensed hooliganism.
No-one to tell me where to go, all jobs done by request of squadron commanders. No crewman, co-pilot or even a student to worry about. Just me. Drop in for a refuel and lunch at any convenient Puma or Chinook site, then back to a HAS for the night.
They were so pleased with the advantages of having a light recce aircraft at their disposal, the Chinook squadrons later asked for a permanent Gazelle of their own, and got one.
Easier times, long gone.