A mix of happiness and sadness for me, brought up around the Vulcan most of my life, my late dad worked on Bomber Command most of his RAF career of 28 years IIRC. Vickers Valiants which took him to Aden and Rhodesia before their demise, RAF Scampton on the the squadron which recieved Vulcans from other squadrons for maintenance.
His claims to fame were some the dumbo characters painted on the tailfins of aircraft headed out to the USA on bombing competition, painted on self adhesive sheets in our kitchen at Cherry Willingham...and one dubious honour of being the man who repaired a Vulcan that dented its wingtip while being brought into a hangar...virtually a disaster as it HAD to go out in short time. The repair...a big pot of araldite. Dad had studied the technical manuals and decided (and convinced his superiors) it was an acceptable and safe repair.
His twin brother was crew chief on vulcans and did trips to the USA on those bombing competitions.
Ironically dad had a hatred of flying, he'd done tours in Germany in the late 50s and been on recovery teams retrieving bodies from crashed aircraft...no surprise then.
He used to bring odd things home, like servos made (IIRC) by Honeywell...big lumps of gagetry about the size of a shoebox, defective I guess, I suspect he would have been bollicked for it either way.
He visited a museum partly if not wholly to do with the Vickers Valiant a couple years before he lost his sight. They were horrified to hear when they were scrapping them, dad 'salvaged' the 'spectacles'...the flight column to you and me, and it had been in his loft for decades, he threw it out ...months before visiting the museum (unplanned at the time of throwing it out)....they'd have given their right arms for it.
Sorry, rambling a bit. Dad passed almost exactly a year ago. The V Force was his life, he loved it and lived it. He'd have jumped for joy to hear one, let alone see one in the air again.