Steel City
It’s a Saturday morning in the winter of 1994. I’m ten years old. An offshore wind carries the blunt smell of industry across the Hunter Valley and down to the inside bowl of one of the local reefs.
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Honey For Sale
There’s barely a break in development from Coolum to Cabarita. ‘It's going to look like California one day,’ says the driver. Concrete, industry, brick-veneer, shopping centres, roofs as far as the eye can see.
Warriewood Chapter 5 | Smoke
It was a typical summer Sunday at Warriewood Beach. The midday sun blazed down as the northerly airstream ripped across the surface of the ocean, anointing the air with the coolness of the sea.
It's Not Always About Your Cutback
It seemed he’d waited hours for this very moment. The man introduced himself as 'Nicko', he considered himself a local to the spot even after driving three hours to get here.
A Surfer In Search of Paradise
"He swung his board like an axe." This is how a reporter described the groundbreaking style of Australian surfer Nat Young. The year was 1966 and people were beginning to use shorter, lighter boards that made for more agile surfing, which this nineteen-year-old took to their upper limits.