Zohaib Nazir

30 September 2023 in Brent Women of Renown Project, Cricklewood

Amy Johnson, the pioneering aviator, gripped the control stick as her beloved de Havilland Gipsy Moth fought against the relentless fury of the sandstorm. Her goggles were coated with a fine layer of grit, her once clear view now obscured by the swirling chaos outside. The wind buffeted the tiny aircraft, threatening to cast it aside like a leaf in a tempest.

 It had all started as a typical flight, a routine journey across the vast and desolate landscape. Amy’s adventurous spirit had always been drawn to the challenge of flying in unpredictable conditions, but this sandstorm was like nothing she had ever encountered before. The desert roared with fury, its dunes rising and falling like the tumultuous waves of a turbulent sea.

In the confines of the cockpit, Amy’s heart pounded in sync with the engine’s roar. She knew she had to maintain her composure; panic was a luxury she couldn’t afford. Her eyes darted around the instrument panel, trying to read the gauges amidst the rattling vibrations. She needed to know that her beloved Gipsy Moth was still holding up against the onslaught.

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