I realise that this story is not in your time frame but you might like the story anyway. The year was 1961 and I was a student on Vampires at RAF Valley. It was Battle of Britain Open Day and the wind was at least 40 knots and gusting. A civil Auster appeared in the circuit and made several attempts to land but kept having to go around.
I and three or four of my mates were ordered to position ourselves either side of runway 20 close to the 22 Squadron hangar. When the Auster came down next time, we pulled it out of the skies and manhandled it into the hangar.
The pilot was John Fairey. He had a pleasure flying contract with the Auster at Pwllheli and had hoped to make some money at the Valley Open Day.
I ended up lending him a jacket and a tie etc so that he could go to the evening do in the Officers Mess. When he left next day, he thanked me profusely and offered me a ride in his 2-seat Spitfire G-AIDN which he kept at Andover (or was it Thruxton).
Like so many things in life I never got round to it. I'm still kicking myself!