Mountbatten, Malta, and Kinloss in that order.
Mountbatten was tres professional, Malta was a Fred Carnos Circus,
and Kinloss was so cold I cannot remember very much except the Helo was from Lossie and no sooner than we were thrown overboard, the warmth of the exhaust from the Sea King happened in about less than 5 minutes.
Malta was in the early seventies when the Nimrod had just arrived and the
helo was a Royal Navy wessex from HMS (the Rusty) Bulwark and it was the first time he had done any winching (and it showed). One of our crew fell out of the strop at about 20 ft and the helo set off trying to collect him though he was being blown along like a ballon ahead of the helo wake. We were so busy laughing nobody thought to throw the quoit. He ran out of fuel after two lifts so he went back to Msida Creek to land on and top up again. Why he didn't lob into Luqa was a mystery to me. We spent about 3 to 4 hours in a MS9 and finally were collected by the launch and our skipper, Keefy Merret ,decided on a couple of crates of Cisk /Hop leak in the transit mess as some sort of recompense.