Must be the Vulcan. I recall once as a teenager playing golf at Oakington having to lay down with my hands over my ears to save being blown over. I remember the near vertical climb.
We all get sentimental over the types we have been asscociated with.
Always could tell where the Nimrod was going out of Wyton by the sound it made at 6 in the morning and knowing how heavy it was. I lived over 6 miles away in Huntingdon.
Funny enough drove by there late last night. the hangar lights were on. didn't know whether to call in and give them a hand to fix something as I would have done 20 years ago. All gone now...