Dad would take us to the Woodford Air show every year. His older brother was the organiser. He was called Harold but everyone called him Harry.

He would always introduce my dad as ‘The real Harry Keegan’. I must’ve been 8 or 9 years when I first met and fell in love with XH558. She always stole the show.

The last time I saw her while still in the RAF, she was white and just before she was sold off.