My new, mild enthusiasm for flying boats had me randomly finding
this page this morning. The text reads like it's been (badly) machine translated, which is odd as the person who wrote is seems to be British. But the pictures are wonderful. Here are my two favorites:
It's sometime in the 1930's. The big fast thing is a Short Singapore, the pilot of which is currently screaming blue murder and hauling the control column into his chest, to clear the suicidal idiot in a small boat, who is looking to win a Darwin Award.

These three seem to have just
landed their
Sunderland. Apparently if your plane got a hole, say from hitting some floating debris during take off, the correct procedure was to find a large, grass field and hope for the best (I suppose fixing a flying boat with a torn-up belly was easier than raising one that had sunk.) The chap on the right seems to have the happy grin of somebody who's done an awful lot of damage to something very large and expensive, but who knows there's no comeback on him. Presumably the car's there so they can top it up with left-over fuel, salvaged from the plane's tank.