There used to be a very petite, young lady at Dunstable in my day (1965) who seemed to live for flying. In fact she was the only pilot who was light enough and could be trusted to fly the English Electric Wren at Old Warden.
One day she asked me to accompany her to fetch the Club tug back from maintenance. My job was to drive the car back
. When we drove up to the tug the engineers immediately started telling me about what they had done and looked most surprised when I told them to address their comments to her.
I often wonder what happened to her. The last I heard was that she was one of the first female jet airline pilots.
I tell this story because the more we hear about adventurous and successful female pilots it makes TCT look more out of touch with reality.