I remember the night really well even though I was just 13 at the time.
We had been to visit my brother in Portsmouth and, on our journey home, we managed to persuade Dad to stop off for a meal in a Little Chef along the way. When we recommenced our journey home I also talked him into getting off of the M1 at J24 (rather than J23 as usual) so that we could see the planes landing.
However, when we got to J23 the police had shut the road. We tuned in the radio to hear them reporting that a DC9 had come down.
The following day I recall our tutor asking whether anyone had seen the aircraft before the accident (the village was right under the flightpath and a few kids at the school even lived in Kegworth itself). Several had.
A good friend's father (now deceased) attended the incident as a member of the Fire Brigade. I spent a lot of time in their house, we all shared an interest in aviation and I got on particularly well with the father but I never remember him talking to us about that night.