My memory is of years combined.
Seeing the Vulcan at air shows as a child with my family. Lying on a beach in Cornwall with family and hearing her familiar howl, looking up and seeing her flying overhead.
Taking her for granted that she’ll always be there.
Seeing her at Brunty doing fast taxi’s grounded.
Seeing her return to the air and making every effort to see her anywhere possible knowing that one day she will have to retire.
My photos. My memories. My heart xxx