An Old Mate's Fond Memories Of A Loveable Rogue

LAST time I went flying with Geoff Milne, he suspended me upside down, high above north-east Victoria, in a frayed harness in the cramped cabin of his Wirraway, one of three Australian-made World War II fighter planes still flying in the 1980s. He laughed gleefully at the terror he heard from me over his headphones, the waters of Lake Hume, outside Albury-Wodonga, a few thousand feet below our heads.