Spitfire forced to make emergency landing in Kent field after 'loss of power'
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Investigations are underway into what caused a Spitfire to make an emergency landing in a Kent field.
The plane went down near Hythe on the evening of Saturday 3 May after it lost power.
Both the pilot and passenger were uninjured.
The aircraft is owned by Fly A Spitfire which provides flight experiences out of RAF Biggin Hill.
The incident is being investigated by the Air Accidents Investigation Branch (AAIB).
In a statement, the AAIB, said: "The AAIB were notified that a Spitfire, registration G-BMSB, with the pilot and one passenger on board, experienced a loss of power and the pilot made a controlled forced landing into a field near Hythe, Kent.
"The AAIB were informed that no injuries were sustained by the pilot or passenger.
"Whilst the AAIB did not deploy a team to the accident site they will undertake an investigation with the Operator to understand the cause of the loss of power."
The incident was attended by Kent Fire and Rescue Service (KFRS).
In a statement, KFRS said: "Kent Fire and Rescue Service was called to Lower Wall Road, West Hythe to an aircraft that had made an emergency landing.
"Two fire engines attended, and crews helped to make the scene safe.
"One person was passed into the care of SECAmb paramedics."
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