From the door of our caravan, I can see the ocean breathing. Its blue chest rises and falls to wash on to the rock shelf below us. It is loud, the waves sound like the rush of wind gathered by a road train as it roars past you standing, insignificant and tiny, on the side of the road. The feel of their power is the same. Each breath fades quickly, only to be replaced by another thunderous explosion as the swell delivers its energy bomb to the land. The shore...

I will be the first to 'fess up and admit that I had my reservations about spending a month at Red Bluff. It looked a desolate, somewhat harsh place from some of the pictures I had seen and people had told me dire tails of not being able to even swim off the beach because of the giant shore break, constant sharks and spiky reef. Not only that, but it was 120 km from shops, showers and sweeties - a 4 hr round trip for the groceries. However, this spot had enjoy...

Cracking ledgy lefthander at Warrora station. Officially the quietest place on the planet.

Riding the Dunes in Exmouth

The limpidly lovely Turquoise Bay.