Between 1960-1965, our family lived in a mining village approximately 6-7 miles by road to Robin Hood Airport, then known as RAF Finningley, where for many years Vulcans were based.

It was a common sight to see the majestic Vulcans in their cold war whites as they took off to who knows where and return often from south to north and often in three’s, in a line astern for their final approach to land.

The airfield, as the Vulcans fly, is only 4-5 miles away so you can imagine their altitude at the point above our house was not great. We remember one of our mother’s sayings was ‘you count them out and count them back’ closely followed by ‘if they get any lower, they’ll take my chimney pot with them’.