Danny; I was eight at the time. We lived on an extension to the WAAF officer quarters by the road from the officer's mess to the perimeter track. It is now a car park.
Through the windows I had a grandstand view of all the going ons on the airfield. Spitfires nosing over, Mosquitos swinging off and a Halifax that had an argument with the BABS van which retaliated by removing the port mainwheel. The ensuing landing was a stopping off point for the dump.
The Sunderland that I mentioned before predated my tenure.