I grew up quite close to an air base called RAF Finningley. It was fun to see all the jets practising in the sky, and the long con trails.. There was also a USAF presence there (and had been for years; there were rusting Dakotas on site that you could sometimes visit) which made for a bigger range of aircraft to watch. Exciting as a kid but fortunate that WW3 didn't break out then since the town would have been flattened.
We had those too. I always thought the tarts were glamorous ladies dressed up for the races (though usually for racegoers over from Ireland or up from London, wanting to celebrate with their winnings).