My father was stationed at Finningley 1961/64.

As a young teenager I have vivid memories of being awoken by the ‘hooter’ going off in the early hours of the morning then doors slamming and cars racing off to the station. A few seconds later came the roar of the four Vulcans on QRA taking off, so loud that the metal window panes in the quarter rattled. Hiding under the bedclothes, all the time counting down the 4 minutes with my brother, awaiting the flash!