Ah, Barry Buddon, on the east coast of Scotland.
I did a night jump there during a large exercise, back in the 1970s, when part of the area was a golf course (possibly still is). I landed on the edge of a sandy bunker, bounced over the rim, onto my head, and suffered the indignity of my equipment container bouncing too, and smacking me on the back of my neck
Almost certainly the cause of the current vertebrae problems I'm now suffering from - oh, happy days !