I was stationed at RAF Waddington in the early 80s. My accommodation block was located near 44 squadron, and I recall engine runs from the dispersal during the early hours of the morning. No one cared, it’s what we were there for, but there was something reassuring about the noise, regardless of how loud.

I recall the excitement seeing the Vulcans scrambled, from the pilots hurrying to the aircraft to the awesome sight of the planes taking off in sequence. I am proud to have directly served with these magnificent aircraft.