This is my earliest memory of seeing her in flight, but you will see that she must already have left an impression on me…

It was the 1985 RAF Abingdon air show and I was 10 years old. I can remember being in one of the hangers looking around when I heard the howl. I stopped, looked over to my dad and screamed (in the way only an over excited 10 year old can) ‘Dad, its the Vulcan!’ and then legged it out of the hanger as fast as I could. I was just in time to see the end of her first pass.

Thirty years later I am pleased to say my two boys greet her arrival with the same wide eyed wonder.