We can fly you just about anywhere in Western Australia with our flexible, custom flight plans tailored to our client’s personal needs.
East Wallaby Island in the Abrolhos
'Brilliant, I hadn't flown for 30 years by choice when a good friend talked me into checking out Denmark and the surrounds from above. It was fabulous, I'd only been in 747's and Jumbos. We then flew over the Porongorups and the Stirling Range to the Lily Dutch Windmill, where we were welcomed by Hennie and Pleun. We gazed out at the Stirling Range, enjoying the stunning Canola crops in full bloom whilst having a lovely afternoon tea. I thoroughly recommend a trip with David. He made me feel safe and he has great local knowledge. David also knows where to take the best aerial photographs.'
‘I was rapt when my Grandpa gave me a flight with Ashburton Air Services for my 16th birthday. Two years later, the experience is still vivid in my memory – one of the best gifts I’ve ever had. Flying over Denmark town, I saw our family home from above, as well as all of the surrounding landscapes with a bird's eye view. We then flew out over the Nullaki and up towards Greens Pool where I’d spent my childhood swimming. It was an amazing experience, and one I'd recommend to anyone visiting or living in Denmark. Thank you, Ashburton!’
"As a long-time resident of Denmark, it was exhilarating and eye-opening to see from above our small town and the vast forests and farms that surround it. On a perfect afternoon, with only a scattering of clouds in a sky washed clean by morning rain, we circled the township before heading out over Wilson Inlet and the Nullaki Peninsula. A rippling grey sea foamed against the edge of the cliffs. In the late afternoon sun, we watched the sea change colour from grey to navy to teal. We flew north along the coastline, watching the waters turn emerald at Greens Pool, swirling in fractal patterns through scattered granite. My flight companions spotted a whale’s tail by Stanley Island beyond Point Hillier. I arched my neck, but it was gone again, and so I marvelled instead at the complex lacework of granite, salt-water, farmland and forest laid out below us. Circling inland, we toyed with the idea of heading towards purple Porongorups, but decided to save this treat for another day. We flew back over Karri forest, wetlands woven brown and green with soft mossy edges, tufted fields, furrowed fields, ponds and streams glinting silver. This is a land of many waters – not only the sea and the inlet. Nose down, swinging gently from side to side in the wind, a leafless tree reached up like a craggy hand pulling us back to Earth. As we taxied home, a field of sheep grazed calmly beside us. That night I dreamt I was teaching my children to fly - without wings, without a plane - and strangely, it was just like swimming."