I grew up 200 meters from the south western end of the runway of the factory that now manufactures the wings for Airbus, in the early eighties they would do a cracking airshow every summer. One of the abiding memories of my childhood is standing in the garden of my parents house and a Vulcan looming over me like a star destroyer in the opening credits of star wars, standing on it's tail directly above my house and giving a four barrelled olympus roar. Never seen one since. I'm too afraid to damage the memory.
The factory also hosted a mosquito for a while, that twin merlin sound used to make the older men in the housing estate cheer when it flew over.