Wednesday, October 14, 2015
As a boy in my teens, along with a number of school friends, we would ride each year some 30 miles to RAF Gaydon (now the National Motor Museum) to watch the Air Display.
They were great days out. Apart from the myriad of fly-bys and of course the Red Arrows, the highlight was to be able to walk amongst the V-Bombers. Dozens of them. Victors, Valliants and everyone's favourites - the Vulcans.
Huge beasts, with their iconic delta wings. All in camouflage (and we were told always loaded with nuclear weapons...)
During the display, they would take turns to fly, signally and in groups, usually ending with five of them in a V formation thundering down the line of the runway at 200 feet, then turning on the afterburners and climbing up into a star burst like rockets.
The noise was incredible, your whole body just shook - people fell over from the sound pressure. Bloody wonderful. You never forget something like that.
It is not surprising that even to this day, I have an attachment to the Vulcan.
So when TBIRDANNI (thanks!) sent a note to Kasey about the final fly-by last weekend, I set out hot-foot to Lymm, which was one of the turning points of the flight, to see this wonderful aircraft flying for the last time.
I got some nice pix for my troubles and just in case anyone is interested I show them here.