Arriving into the US can often be an anxiety inducing process, what with the intense grilling and extensive finger printing at immigration – with the ‘will I get through?’ question playing in your mind. We’ve all heard the stories. And then there’s LAX, with its vast creaky old infrastructure. It’s not exactly the epitome of…

It takes 5 hours to fly across Australia from Sydney to Perth, across the endless Nullarbor and the Great Australian Bight. It’s as if you’ve travelled to another country. It feels different, and it’s not just the intense light and the dry desert heat. Perth is 2,104 kilometres away from the next capital city, Adelaide…

Fremantle is just a short train ride away from Cottesloe, hugging the coast then crossing over the narrow Swan River mouth. It’s quite the contrast to modern Perth and the laid-back beach life of Cottesloe. Fremantle looks and feels old, but of course not old in real terms. The Swan River Colony, as Fremantle was…

The sun setting over the Indian Ocean is quite the novelty for this East Coaster, and where better to sit and watch in the gloaming then Cottesloe Beach – along with everyone else of course. On a balmy Sunday evening, fish ‘n chips eaten with a glass or two of wine, there’s possibly nowhere more…

Cottesloe Beach. The shade of Araucarias. The warm sunshine soaks in. Salt on skin crackles from a swim. Hot towel dusted with sand. The blue green Indian sparkles. Volleyballers distract. For a moment. There’s a light breeze in my ears. Waves lapping. The deep blue sky. Eyes close. Anxiety empties away.

An early summer morning at North Cottesloe Beach is really quite magical. The warm air scented with Frangipani, tunnels of green along shady paths, the crystal-clear light, and the sparkling water, the Indian Ocean no less, a serene light blue green and a balmy 24 degrees.  You’d think a three-hour time difference from Sydney would…

The Beach Hut has to be one of the Great British Seaside icons, along with ice creams (99’s), sandcastles and cheekily rude postcards. Today, there are reportedly over 20,000 private beach huts in the UK, with nearly 2000 of them along the beaches of Bournemouth alone – 70% of them privately owned.  The beach huts…

There’s a glorious quirky little pocket of West London known as Little Venice, tucked away at the Paddington Basin where the Grand Union meets the Regent’s Canal – an 8-mile-long working waterway built in the early 1800’s, linking the Grand Junction Canal’s Paddington Arm with the Thames at Limehouse. It’s thought that Lord Byron first…

From the 1930’s to the early 80’s, Battersea Power Station was a working power plant, producing a fifth of London’s electricity and, at one point, becoming the largest power station in the UK- dubbed at the time the ‘temple of power’.  This imposing Art Deco brick building, with its four iconic chimneys has dominated the…

Wonga Beach is over 10 kilometres long, stretching from Rocky Point all the way up to the Daintree River mouth and beyond, with crocodile infested Snapper Island just off the coast and the distant Low Isles just perceptible on the reef horizon. It’s at this spot that the lush dense rainforest tumbles down to the…