Post World War I
Davies was in charge of the Air Section of the Naval Staff 1920–24, and executive officer of HMS Royal Sovereign in the Atlantic Fleet 1924–26. He was promoted to Captain in 1926 and was again in charge of the Air Section of the Naval Staff 1926–28. He was Chief Staff Officer to the Rear-Admiral commanding 1st Cruiser Squadron in the Mediterranean 1929–30, and Liaison Officer for the Fleet Air Arm at the Air Ministry 1931–33. He then commanded HMS Cornwall on the China station 1933–35 and the naval base at Devonport (HMS Drake) 1936–38. He was promoted to Rear Admiral in 1938 and from 1939–41 was Rear Admiral, Naval Air Stations, based at RNAS Lee-on-Solent (HMS Daedalus). He was appointed CB in the King's Birthday Honours of 1939.
Davies was promoted to Vice Admiral upon retiring on 29 May 1941. He then joined the Royal Naval Reserve with a reduction in rank to Commander. As an RNR officer, he served as a Convoy commodore, and as commissioning captain of the escort carrier HMS Dasher and the trials carrier HMS Pretoria Castle. He left the RNR in 1944.
He died at RNH Haslar in Gosport, Hampshire. His Victoria Cross is on display at the Fleet Air Arm Museum in Yeovil, Somerset.
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