vertical mountain walls. Really beautiful country. It rained that night in Te Anau and they announced that the big plane that was to fly us back to Christchurch could not come for us as it is only a grass air- strip and the plane would be too heavy for its muddy condition. So instead a smaller plane was to take us to Queenstown where we could get a larger plane to Christchurch. We drove out to the field in the bus and the driver went inside to confer. He came out to announce that the plane they did send was unable to take all of us and all the luggage so two of us would have to go in a small plane that was also there. He asked for volunteers and immediately my hippy psychologist friend and myself volunteered. This was another thing that the more "proper" ladies among the squares would never have done but which nobody was really surprised that I did.

The little plane was a 35 year old English made Siddley — a biplane held together with struts and wire, it looked like a World War I Jenny. We went up in it, the pilot, my friend and I and one other passenger. I had visions of The Red Baron getting on our tail but he didn't turn up. It was one of the most beautiful and interesting flights I ever took however. I felt like the ham in a sandwich because there was a heavy ground fog and also a layer of high clouds. He flew in the clear area in between, and up the narrow valleys and around snow covered peaks which were so close that one place where we had to slow down a bit I put my foot out and dragged it in the snow and it made a mark which shall ever after be known as "Bruce's Mark”

at least it seemed that close. Anyway a most worthwhile bit of volunteering on our part and a gallant performance by a pretty elderly plane.

From Christchurch a dinner flight to Melbourne. I'd hardly gotten to my room in the hotel when there was a call for me and Susan and Dianne represented by their brothers were in the lobby. We visited a bit and got acquainted and arranged for a sightseeing tour the next day. We also put the wheels in motion which resulted in my giving a seminar to about 30 members of the staff of the Psychiatric Depart- ment of the Mental Health Ministry of Victoria (one of the states of Australia) a couple of days later. One of the doctors attending was editor of the Australia-New Zealand Journal of Criminology. He was sufficiently impressed by our Introduction to TV leaflet that he asked if he could reprint it in the journal with an editorial introduc- tion. I assured him that I'd be very pleased if he would do so. While in Melbourne I suggested to Susan that it would be of help in holding the "down under" EPs together if they had some sort of a little news letter to circulate between them and to coordinate methods of finding others. Susan not only thought the idea worthy but she got going on

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