Ha! This reminds me of a time, back in 1976/77, flying the main face of the Campsies, above Lennoxtown.
Myself and Robin Craig had gone for a flight one fine evening, both Hang Gliders, of course - no floppies around then! I worked at Scot-Kites, teaching and test-flying/tuning new wings, and Robin was a customer of ours, flying his new Electra Flyer Cirrus III. I had a Scot-Kites Firefly, hand-painted like a butterfly. Robin was first to take off, into the very light, almost non-existent breeze. He had flown the Cirrus only a handful of times, at this point, and made something of a mess of the takeoff, ending up trying to become airborne with insufficient speed, and literally 'falling off the cliff ', to dump himself unceremoniously on the scree-covered, rather steep slope just below the takeoff point.
Both glider and pilot were unhurt, altho the latter was definitely somewhat shaken...I began to help Robin bring the glider, still fully assembled, back up the slope. It was while we were engaged in this that we noticed an ambulance arrive at the bottom of the 600 foot or so hill, on the Crow Rd below us.
It was clearly the ambulance personnel's intention to climb straight up the very difficult to climb hill to 'rescue' the pilot, rather than driving up to the car park, and walking the much gentler slope from there, as we had. So I left Robin to disassemble his kite, and got into my Firefly, and took off. I flew down quite fast, performing some 'S' turns to lose height, and I flew over the ambulance some 200 ft above it, shouting out 'He's alright, no problem!', etc...!
I also then landed in the field just behind them, and managed to convince them that there was no need for their services, and thanked them for attending so quickly!