Sometimes the plane had two engines, but usually one and occasionally there were two wings, one above another.
A few years later I finally flew as a passenger in a Dakota Skymaster, which had four engines. With a ticket purchased in part from the proceeds of selling my pony Tommy (what an awful thing I did selling my pony which I had ridden from the age of seven, bareback to school most days,) I boarded the plane and for some heartless reason I did not wave through the small circular window to my dad and brother Pat who were frantically waving me goodbye. I had had a shameful experience some months before and I told myself I was never coming back home, where my bed had been relegated to an open front veranda I shared with Peter my aging dog who slept on the coir mat near the door..
I flew to Melbourne and changed planes and then to Tasmania. I was fourteen years old..................