As a kid growing up in north Lincolnshire (Nettleton, near Caistor) we were always pleased to see the Vulcans flying around on a very regular basis (along with the Lightning’s from RAF Binbrook).

My elder brother’s French pen-pal Fabrice came to stay with us on a school exchange in the summer of 1973.

We were playing football in the back garden with some friends when one of these magnificent beasts flew overhead.

Imagine our surprise when he looked up and shouted (please imagine the French accent…) ‘Look! It’s Concorde!!!’ When we explained it was a different aircraft, he seemed quite disappointed, but what could we expect from a non-Yellowbelly

At least WE thought it was funny…