Salwa Ali

30 September 2023 in Brent Women of Renown Project, Cricklewood

Muttering profanities under her breath, Amy clutched the yoke of her biplane and charged it towards a billow of snowy white clouds. Jason, her trusted companion in this tedious and strenuous journey, shuddered as it travelled through the pearly haze that threatened to conceal the view beneath. Amy had set off for this perilous flight at daybreak and after a few exhausting hours, she could finally notice the azure skies beginning to stain with oblivion. The unstable route she had taken to complete this journey had taken its toll on Amy who dazedly fought against her subconscious to stay awake, reciting nursery rhymes. She was drunk with fatigue, parched and starved.

 

Salwa Ali

Muttering profanities under her breath, Amy clutched the yoke of her biplane and charged it towards a billow of snowy white clouds.

Joice Nageswaran

I couldn't believe it, I was actually in control of the yoke, I was speechless, it was a dream come true. I've always wanted to fly a plane

Zohaib Nazir

Amy Johnson, the pioneering aviator, gripped the control stick as her beloved de Havilland Gipsy Moth fought against the relentless fury