I can only have been 5 or 6 when Vulcans came to RAF Finningley. They used to fly over our house in Campsall, Doncaster. They would still be climbing and their throaty roar could be felt as well as heard.
Was I a scared little girl? No, I was mesmerised, I used to run out of the house and lay down in the back garden and watch them until they were only a speck on the horizon, with their sound following on behind.
I thought they were amazing, still do!