RAF Finningley as a child in the 1970s and 1980s. The roar of her mighty engines as she banked away will stay in my memory forever.

Climbing into the cockpit and being mesmerised by the lack of space, the huge banks of dials. Some 30 years later, a visit to Finningley again, for a hanger tour and subsequent displays around the UK. A unique design, a unique noise, a unique beast.