RAF Lancaster Bomber Crashes In Thurnby Lodge: Eyewitness Report by Terence C. Cartwright


In 1945, RAF Lancaster Bomber ND647 crashed into a field on the outskirts of Leicester. The pilot lost control during a training exercise with a spitfire.

This incredible, but sad story was witness by a teenager Terence C. Cartwright in 1945. He recounts the emotional event below.

“Looking over the countryside toward Scraptoft, there was a shimmering haze covering the rolling green fields and in the distance we heard, then saw, a Lancaster bomber with an accompanying Spitfire tagging behind, droning majestically towards us. We had seen many bombers over the years, but as always, the sight never failed to arouse our interest.

We turned our attention back to our bikes. A minute or so later the drone of the engines changed abruptly to a high pitched scream. We looked up in alarm and to our horror as we saw the Lancaster in a vertical dive, descending at terrifying speed toward the ground, only a few yards from where we stood. We tried to run, but our legs could not move. We were rooted to the spot. Just when we thought that our end had come, a miracle happened, with engines howling, the plane suddenly began to pull out of its dive, as if trapped inside a giant invisible U-bend of a waste-pipe. The wings bent to breaking point as it swooped over Station Road at tree top height and began a vertical climb over Coles Nurseries. Our fear changed to relief and then to anger and indignation where we found ourselves shouting abuse at the pilot for ‘acting the fool’. Our anger, however, was short lived, and quickly turned to horror when we witnessed the plane, high over Thurnby Railway Station, turn on it’s back and plunge earthwards once more in another vertical dive. We saw its black silhouette disappear below the horizon of the railway embankment and a split second later a tremendous Orange/Red/Black mushroom of fire clawed its way into the Blue sky, followed by a delayed hollow booming thud.

Our legs came back to life, and with childish visions of heroic rescue of airmen from burning wreckage we sped down Station Road, over the embankment, and ran along the back of gardens where people were standing like statues. I passed a woman with a baby in her arms. Tears were falling from her cheeks.

The site of the crash was covered in a layer of smoke, but as we got nearer we were confronted with an incredible sight. There, in the meadow, stamped as if by a giant’s hand, was a scarred outline of the Lancaster. A large crater was created by the fuselage, with four others made by the engines. Unbelievably, the leading edge of the wings, tip to tip, could be clearly seen, marked purely by scorched but otherwise undamaged grass. The field was strewn with small pieces of debris no larger than the page of a newspaper. Our hopes of rescue vanished as we jumped over the small brook and ran to the edge of the main smoking crater.

As we looked into this pit, ammunition was exploding, sending puffs of ash into the air like a volcano ready to erupt. We were not sure if any bombs were in there, so we retired to a safer distance. It was then that I saw that the local ‘Bobby’ had arrived. He was looking at what I thought was a meaty bone a dog had brought into the field. He had a strange shocked look in his eyes and when he said, “Don’t touch it” the tone of his voice prompted me to look again… With a numbing sense of shock I realised I was looking at what appeared to be a human shoulder blade! I then saw a sock… inside was half a foot… Up to this point it had been as if it was all a dream, but now reality and shock began to filter through my brain and I felt sickened, sad and helpless.

The accompanying Spitfire returned to check the scene… I could clearly see the pilot as he banked his plane to view the smoking craters below. The sound of bells announced the arrival of the fire engine and at this point the ‘Bobby’ asked us to leave.

The day had changed… Sounds of music, animals and mowers were abruptly replaced by the thud and crackle of exploding ammunition, fire bell’s and tears. The smells of the countryside had dissolved into an unforgettable stench of burnt fuel and flesh… The summer haze now acrid smoke…

We made our way slowly to Station Road. The woman with the baby was still rooted in the same spot… I found myself thinking of the unfortunate families of the airmen, who were soon to receive those awful, heartless, Buff Telegrams…

…We regret to inform you…

I don’t remember the journey home.”

If you haven’t read our article on how a RAF Lancaster Bomber crashed during a training exercise in 1945, then please follow the link below:

 Lancaster Bomber crashes in Thurnby Lodge.

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Book Recommendations.

If you are interested in Leicester’s World War Two aviation history then we recommend the following books (Click on the images or links below)

Leicestershire & Rutland airfields in the Second World War

“This book gives a detailed account of the part played by each airfield in the two counties during the second world war. During this time, some twelve additional military airfields were built in the counties to support the war effort. Bottesford, Woolfox Lodge and North Luffenham, in particular, played key roles in Bomber Command operations.”

Birds Eye Wartime Leicestershire 1939-1945: Maps and Aerial Photographs: A Synoptic View of Wartime Leicestershire

“Birds Eye Wartime Leicestershire 1939-1945 is designed to give a visual representation of all known military activity which occurred in Leicestershire during the second world war. ”

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Thomas Kirkup is an engineer in the Royal Navy. Born and raised in Leicester he is fascinated by the city's long and varied history. He also hates to discus himself in the third person, but can be persuaded to do so from time to time.


  1. Dear Thomas, I have just read your article about the Lancaster crash at Thurnby Lodge on 8th April 1945. Sgt Gerald Gore was my great uncle, we have photos of him if you are interested, also my
    Father can tell you more about him and about the day they were told the news of his death. Thank you for your interest in their story.

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