In 1977 I visited RAF Finningley as part of the Queens Silver Jubilee celebrations.

On the flight programme was the Vulcan scramble – being a 8 year old child I had no comprehension of what was about to happen. The following 2 minutes left a memory that will never leave me, one of sheer magnificence, raw power, beauty and precision.

The feeling is the same every time I see XH558 and hope that one day there will be a plane that matches the passion and wonder it stirs in the soul.

It will be a sad day on the last flight but one where we should celebrate the enjoyment it has given over the years despite its original deadly intent.