Both my father and mother met Winkle when Dad was on exchange with the RAN and went to England in 1956, taking the whole family with him. They met Winkle when both were at the Joint Services Staff College, near Latimer.
Dad always remembered Winkle very fondly, and for many years afterwards told a hilarious story about Winkle's pet dog, which suffered from epileptic fits and the only cure was to pour brandy down the dog's throat.
I was a little too young to meet Winkle myself, which is my loss.
RIP, Eric "Winkle" Brown, CBE, DSC, AFR, Hon FRAeS, RN.
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