Ah yes .... very well-used while it lasted, and unique as a passenger service, AFAIK, between two same-city international airports.

Brought to something of a premature end (mainly) by vociferous noise + environment protest groups and (partly) by the construction of the M25.

Concorde model at the entrance to the LHR T123 tunnel.

BA at BHX with a fleet of A319s

Well for what it’s worth, I DON’T miss...

- accident rates that made crossing a highway in Jakarta feel safe in comparison

- a few terrifying terror attacks and hijackings of planes by some monstrous .......s

- fares that meant you had to come from a very wealthy family to fly once every few years

- being stuck in a smoke cloud if you were unlucky enough to sit close to the border with smoking

- one flight a week to your destination if you were lucky and no competition

- consulate visits, long waits and high fees for visas or even having to book hotels through nationalised over priced tourist organisations, fuel vouchers, limits to how much cash you were allowed to take out of most countries, controlled (and unfavourable) exchange rates, black market economy, etc.

i have wonderful memories of my childhood and the flights I took them, it was magic and if my parents wanted to make truly happy at the weekend,they’d merely drive past the airport so I could see planes taxiing admirative of the individualised beauty of each model, each livery, expertly award of the flight’s exotic destination. A few of the flights I took were memorable because I was a child, others because of the individualised level of service and exception which in a way only a niche and confidential market could enable. I remember my first ba flight and visit to the U.K. when I was 8, trying to imagine those huge pretty yellow fields being transformed into rapeseed oil, scores of rolls Royce’s driving by Marble Arch, and how delicious it felt to eat my first chicken Kiev complete with fluorescent vegetables and improbable fruity garnishes (most of you can now guess my age! &#128513. And then there was the time a relative could not fly her Nice to Brussels and I got to replace her and that other time I won a one way helicopter flight from Nice to Monaco in a competition and got to walk on all the forbidden parts of the tarmac. All amazing, but still important to realise this does not mean it was all better then and to remember that in most ways, as plane lovers, we are much better off flying today in so very many ways.

I remember Eurohub at BHX well, and the BA flights from Bristol, saved me the hike up to London, sigh. Back in the 90's I managed to blag a flight deck ride on a Maersk Air 737 flight from BHX to CPH and also landing at AMS in BAC 1-11 (were those known as 'flying blowlamps' or was that the Tridents?)