Years ago all sorts of diverse aircraft were delivered down the UK to Oz route.
Austers to India, Singapore and beyond. Folk flew Tigers, Lang Kidby did an Avian and it was quite common in earlier times in many other types.
While it is a great adventure as I can attest in an Auster "learning" experience.....each day is but a cross country exercise, all be it in terrain you've never seen before, but the sum of all the parts builds into the total journey. Hopefully. There's pluck ..and there's luck.. as I found out.
Map and pencil, clock and compass does work ok...even today. No big deal there.
Not an auspicious start for 'Artemis' and Ms Tracy, but that will pass.
More S turns during taxiing a must ...and once she's on her way , the far horizon beckons. Good on her for having a go.
While Ms Johnston's trip was notable and a female first, my take is that the MOST fantastic flight ever was the London to Cape Town and return by Alex Henshaw in his Mew Gull racer. Solo, all day and night, no aids, for four days of supreme mental and physical effort.
Read "Flight of The Mew Gull " and be gobsmacked.
By comparison, daily hops down the Kangaroo Route is a doddle.
Which jolts me to plan some adventure before dementia.
Go Tracy, and may all you other stops not be by the courtesy of Franks fragile products
