I remember one of these doing a low, low pass over me when walking in the Cheviot hills aged about 8. Just fabulous.
The story of 558's will she-won't she return to flight has been long and frustrating.
This is the last Vulcan that could be flown, and it's cost an absolute fortune to get this far. The £40 I spent six years ago getting them to paint my then-girlfriend's name on the bomb bay doors will barely have covered even the cost of the '60's aerospace-grade paint and paintbrush, not to mention sandwiches for the crack team of veterans in charge of authentic font selection.
Is this sort of project worthy of massive national lottery funding?
Hmm?
Yes, it is.