The beauty of the air, from the air… You haven’t seen Australia unless you see it from the air. The coastline, the colours of the inland. The claypans, the forests. It’s just all so beautiful. You’d never see that from the road. People climb mountains to see these things. You see that every time you take off.
I think, just the exhilaration of flying. The freedom of the air. The freedom of flight. And you completely remove yourself from the world. And you can voluntarily remove yourself from all those…everything that’s near and dear to you. And you voluntarily return.
Other women who flew were women of independent means. But I had to do something with it.
As a four-year-old, my mother told me I was climbing the fence, jumping off and calling myself an ‘eppyplane’… I bought books on aeroplanes, I followed everything in the newspapers about aeroplanes. Amy Johnson flew to Australia in 1930 – why couldn’t I do something like that?