Fuel and Fatigue
The warning light came on at 0300 hours on a runway in Lincolnshire that was more cracked concrete than asphalt and smelled, even through the sealed cabin of the Vulcan, of diesel and damp and the particular kind of industrial pollution that the East Midlands had been producing since the nineteenth century. Danny Kavanagh saw the light out of the corner of his eye — a small amber dot on the...
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