Simply, one-if not THE earliest memories. I was outside in the garden, near ‘Ringway’ (Now Manchester International Airport), in the late 1950s – Early 1960s.

There was a thunderous roar in the sky behind me, to which I wet my nappies and ran for it! As I looked behind for just a moment, I saw this huge white flying monster’ with a black patch under its nose, climbing up into the sky over my right shoulder.

Apparently this had happened before and my mother had said ‘Oh that damned Vulcan’ and so when I rushed into the house to my mum I was trying to say ‘That Dam Vulcan!’ This has become a family joke at my expense!