Many thanks chaps, it'll still bug me, but not as much.
Jim, you thinking of "Lindholme Willy"? (A supposed spook not a nasty affliction of the nether regions).
Another memory was getting a clip round the ear (pun not intended, honest) after going home with a pocket full of rusty .303 rounds from the Wellington that crashed in the peat bog just east of Lindholme. It used to re-surface every so often in dry summers. There is/was supposedly a Hampden in there as well, but I never saw that.
Ah, nostalgia. Watching five or six Lincolns taxi out with all the hissing & squealing from the brakes and the noise of the run ups...
A lovely old aeroplane.