Vulcanography

Thanks to my amazing wife, I was able to enjoy a fantastic long weekend celebrating my descent into middle age. One of my personal highlights (apart from being up close and personal with a ring-tailed lemur...) was the chance to see the Vulcan bomber flying again for the first time in far too long. The big delta wing used to fly every year at Biggin Hill, no more than a couple of miles from where I grew up, and each year I thrilled to see, and more importantly hear it.

Perhaps not the best picture (not even the best I took of it during the display), but this is the memory which will stick, the climbing turn with the four Olympus engines screaming, bomb bay open and empty, but never lacking menace.