As kids growing up in the north and south of Lincoln in the early 60s my partner lived in washingborough and I on the Ermine.

We would lie in our beds at night and listen to the roar of the Vulcan engines at Waddington and Scampton as they were being tested or warmed up. What a fantastic sound it was and a privilege to see them in the sky above our houses. My partners uncle Les Jones worked on the Vulcans at Waddington in the 60s We were both at Waddington the day the last Vulcan left and I can honestly say there wasn’t a dry eye in the house, she will be sadly missed!