Hurricane loss August 17th 1940

I’m currently reading Alexander Mckee’s “Strike from the sky”. For me, one particular passage from this book really captures the essence of the Battle of Britain (See below). Trouble is, I can’t find out who the pilot was nor can I find any evidence that this actually happened. There were only two RAF Hurricane losses on that day according to the resources at my disposal. L1836 from 43 Squadron which was repairable and P3927 of 302 Squadron which crashed and burned, the pilot being taken to a hospital in York. In this excerpt below, an eyewitness watched this hurricane crash into the Solent with the pilot being rescued from the water after baling out. The date is sandwiched between the 16th & 18th August which were both very busy days for both the Luftwaffe and the RAF, so a lull as described here would (in my opinion) have been quite a significant moment to recall during a very hectic time.

Can anybody offer any evidence to substantiate the following?

On 17th August, there was, comparatively, a lull. “JU88’s had given Portsmouth a hammering several days previously and our aerodrome at Gosport had been attacked by JU87’s leaving shattered or burnt out hangers, buildings and aircraft,” wrote Clark. “As a result we were decidedly nervy when informed that a formation of 30 JU88’s were headed in our direction. A 10/10ths cloud sheet covered the sky at about 6000 feet, and soon we could hear the rumble of aircraft flying above it. Our protection appeared in the form of a single Hurricane clawing upwards at maximum boost – one could imagine the controller insisting “The bandits are now above you at angels 8. Buster! Buster!” and the lonely pilot caning hell out of his engine in an endeavour to reach the invisible enemy before they started bombing. Up, up he went – one against so many; there was not one of us who did not feel sorry for him. Thousands of pairs of eyes must have been watching this solitary defender of our faith – even the ack-ack was silenced in deference to his presence! The gigantic stage had been set, the audience assembled, the curtain raised…….”The Hurricane disappeared into the cloud. For perhaps a minute we could hear nothing except the drone drone of the JU88’s and the harsh roar of the straining Merlin. Then, suddenly machine gun fire – rat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Followed very briefly by a burst–b-r-r-r-ump from our eight gun fighter. He only managed one shot! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat answered the Jerries: and then silence. Drone drone drone drone went the bombers unconcernedly.”

“A screaming engine warned us what to expect. The Hurricane appeared out of the cloud, diving vertically and leaving a trail of black smoke. Higher and higher rose the blue note until the pitch was unbearable; then – wumph! The waters of the Solent silenced it forever.”
“And the pilot? In the awful quietness that followed, we could almost hear the flutter of the parachute as it appeared from the cloud. The drone drone disappeared inland – they were not attacking us after all – but that poor solitary pilot dangled before his audience for a good five minutes until he too landed in the Solent, to be picked up unharmed. He had done his best against bitter odds – but what must he have felt like on the way down after his meagre fifteen- second battle with the dreaded hun?”