Arguably, probably the last of the Great Fairford Shows. On the Monday, Marston Meysey was 'the place to be at' for the departures. Absolutely Legend!!!

Practically all the fighters were parked towards the Western end, or they had to taxi westwards to back taxi parallel to 09 to take off. It was quite literally 360 degrees of activity, there was no point in parking your arse anywhere, because there was so much going on around us. Every which way you looked, there was something new happening, planes being readied & starting up, processions of taxiing aircraft, planes of all shapes & sizes parked up holding, waiting for their slot, and then there were the 'showboater take-offs'....
The noise, the many splendid colour schemes in the bright sunlight, the shimmering heat haze emanating from jet engines, the smell of jp8. Inevitably, I ran out of film

"my kingdom for one more roll!!". I think I shot 12 rolls off, and then suddenly was time to leave (5pm?). Time flew that day, and yet there were still aircraft on the base, including a broken FN Crusader parked up - that had a tyre blow out the previous day. I loaded up the car and we drove away, my ears were still buzzing, head was spinning. Can't remember the journey home, but I had a grin on my face like a Cheshire cat. By a country mile, that Day at Marston Meysey was by far the best photo session I have ever had the pleasure of attending.

It was priceless, glad I was there.
Everyone has a photographic memory; some just don't have film.