A tragic affair. I remember it, Keith & Joan were our neighbours at Marham. My Dad was on 57 Sqn. My Mum first heard the news on the radio & quickly called the Squadron before the phones shut-down to be told that Dad was not on board.
The facts of Keith getting-out are documented, but he described pieces of aircraft falling alongside him as he floated down on his parachute. When he hit the north sea a nearby German fishing-boat helped rescue him. His survival Knife was mounted on a plaque in his hallway, presented back to him by the German boat crew who thought he was the pilot of an F-104, an aircraft which had a habit of crashing. The SAR helo was at maximum range and the SAR Crew were blowing into his immersion suit to bring his core-temperature up.
Neddy was a thorough gentleman and he & Joan were my surrogate parents when my folks were ever away.
ABS