Driving further down that way than you have before, not knowing quite where you’re going, following directions from the locals, that’s how you find the sweet spots. And how one of the last swims of summer was in a deep rock pool, clear as glass, surrounded by beds of mossy seaweed and crumbling ochre cliffs.
Featuring the lovely Sian, who also snapped a couple of me. Shot on 35mm film in Sorrento on the Mornington Peninsular, Melbourne.
It was hot, and the stereo was broken so we sang acapella All Saints, on the day I drove two hungover friends out of Melbourne, way way out, to Cactus Country in Strathmerton.
Just 10 bucks got us entry into the spiky wonderland. The excitement at the seriously amazing amounts of different cactuses there were meant I got stabbed and scratched quite a few times before I came to respect just how sharp the thorny beauties are.
When we’d had enough of the dusty desert heat we drove to the Murray River and dipped ourselves into the cool milky waters. We’d driven so far we were swimming on the border of Victoria and New South Wales.