The third winterers, taking planes for the first time in Australian Antarctic history, carried an entirely different package of spirited determination. Soviet interest in the territory that Sir Douglas Mawson had claimed for Australia had awakened the snoozing conservative national Menzies government and so, along with the RAAF contingent and the planes, one ready-to-assemble metal plane hanger, and an experienced dog-handler, was a team who would mesh into feverish activity. This would be a genuine expedition of inland and coastal exploration, of mapping and surveying, and the young surveyor from Perth was as ideally fitted to this challenge as any human could possibly be. He was a tall wiry youth with a mischievous sense of humour and a humourless sense of honour. Sydney Lorrimar Kirkby was destined to go through life exploding ideas and scuttling after them over the horizon before his stunned colleagues realized where the smoke was coming from.