The picture is mine.
It is that time of year when you look back and decide what your favourite memories are. This year it’s easy for me and many others I suspect. One Saturday in June at RAF Waddington.
The outlook wasn’t promising. It rained all the way there and continued after we arrived. But, SHE was there. We could see her parked away from everyone. They moved her closer to the crowd and the rain began to ease. The Red Arrows, normally bringers of blue sky, appeared, but they had to do a low-level display. Surely they wouldn’t let HER display in this?
The other displays began and the skies started to clear. Please, oh please! And then! SHE was moving along the taxi path, past her equally famous sister. Looking back, I can’t remember what was displaying at the time, can anyone? Now, there SHE was, sitting at the end of the runway. The commentators got excited and then went quiet. We all went quiet, the only sound that of four mighty Olympus engines building up to full power. And then SHE was moving down the runway, faster and faster until SHE was up, up where SHE belongs, in the sky above an air show crowd.
That was the moment of the year.
For anyone who doesn't realise, "She" is Avro Vulcan B.2 XH558, last flying Vulcan in the world. For more see http://www.site.vulcantothesky.org/
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