AMY JOHNSON

Imagine you are all by yourself in a tiny aircraft. You have to make an emergency landing in the Iraqi desert. No one knows where you are. You don’t even really know. You are in unchartered territory. But since and much of the middle-east remains un-surveyed – you don’t even know you are in Iraq. It is the year 1930. There are mobile phones. No radios even. You are alone. Completely alone. You are also caught in a sandstorm. Made of wood and canvas – your aircraft is your only lifeline out of the desert.

You can barely see a few feet in-front of you, but you must use your handkerchief to cover the air vent for the petrol take to ensure it is not contaminated by sand. The aircraft has no land breaks. It is not sturdy enough to within stand the battering wind, so you much sit on the tail in the sandstorm to hold it down and make sure it is not flipped but the violent gusts. You must stay sitting there, in the whipping sand, for hours until the storm passes, listening to the call of wild dogs in the distance. Your emergency equipment consist of a revolver and ransom letter in-case of kidnapping. You are Amy Johnson, en-route to become the first woman to fly solo from England to Australia in 1930 in her De Havilland Gipsy Moth!