Crash at Arnesby.
I do remember where the tree was when we found
the pilot, and where the plane crashed. We children were the only
ones who saw it happen!
It was a hot July day; I was 9 years old.
We were all playing on the Bruntingthorpe Road, where I lived, when
we all heard this sort of screeching noise. We looked up and saw
this plane in a nose-dive and thick black smoke pouring out of its
tail end. We knew it was going to crash, so we all took off down
the road, running towards the Peatling Magna Road, about half a
mile away. On the way there, we saw this parachute coming down.
We ran down the Peatling Magna cart-track Road, climbed
over the first five-bar gate and ran on. Then, in the field to the
right of us, we saw this big old tree and this parachute all tangled
up in it and a man in a harness with straps and strings hanging
in the tree. He never spoke to us, or moved. His eyes were open
and his brown wavy hair fell forward on to his forehead. It scared
the hell out of us. We all turned and bolted back to the road. Thats
when we saw in the next field great clouds of thick black smoke
rising from the crashed plane. We ran back to Arnesby village, went
and told Charlie Cook (the village policeman) about it.
A few days later, we were all given a small
chunk of Perspex cockpit, from the crashed plane, as a reward. I
kept mine in an old shaving can of my dads for years, but I dont
know what became of it.