I'm reading from my copy of his book.
And another on page 155, titled Mercy Flight:
"An hour later, in the cloudless yellow sunlight of the late winter afternoon, I was on descent in the Apache. Somewhere in the ocean of scrub 25 miles ahead lay the Mulga Creek airstrip. The sun was close to the horizon and already some of the undulating country was in shadow.
The railway, snaking across the landscape, was in sight now. I gazed at it wistfully - less than 15 minutes flying down that line would take me to the lovely Redhead."
