I've been in a Vulcan, and it is a thing of noisy, deadly beauty and a living monument to the billions of pounds poured down the toilet during the Cold War. Vulcans and Lightnings - we knew what we were doing back then, which was mostly building airframes round hugely powerful engines to see what they would do.
The Lightnings went years ago (although there's one in the FAST Museum at Farnborough), and now it's farewell to the last of the Vulcans.
Closely followed by...
Then everybody went home, and Farnborough Airport was left to its executive jets.
Bye bye Vulcan. You were ace. And loud. But mostly ace.