The first time I properly heard the roar of the Vulcan force was as a Guide at the campsite at Welton, just off the runway at RAF Scampton. We were there the week before the 25th anniversary celebration in July 1981 and the Vulcans were constantly (or so it seemed) flying over, practising.

I fell in love right then and there at the age of 11, the other girls complained like mad but I couldn’t get enough!