During the early 60s, I was a cadet in 148 (Barnsley) A.T.C.

Every year our wing held a sports day. One year it was held at R.A.F Finningley. Everything was in full swing. Running, jumping and throwing all going on until a Vulcan took off right over our heads. Everybody stopped in their tracks and gazed skyward.

The ground beneath our feet shook as it climbed away at an unbelievable angle…

Every time I see XH558, I am reminded of that unforgettable experience.