In the summer of 957, my husband, Jed, whilst doing his national service and after a very intensive course, was posted to RAF Waddington.

He worked in the electronic centre on radars for the Vulcan and the only accommodate he could find for us was a caravan in the nearby caravan park. This worked well except when the Vulcan was doing circuits and bombs some evenings. When overhead the whole caravan shook and we had to resort to lip reading. Happy memories.