When surfers first came to Bali, the locals thought they were madmen. Not only did they appear to walk on water, dancing across the faces of waves with mystical grace and supernatural abilities, but they were actually foolhardy enough to…

I’m so fucking sick and tired of this thing called love. The empty promises and hollow dreams of its bullshit have Moltov Cocktailed the pages of my biography, sending countless years and endless tears up in petroleum-fuelled flames. A single…

The world isn’t perfect. It rains when we camp, we need to work so we can play, groundswells come and go. We can choose to wallow in negativity, pining over how much better things would be if only this or…

You know what it’s like; you’ve been there, admit it: The claps and cheers are still rattling your brain after a face-melting set by Art Vs. Science. Your mates are craving some downtime with Alpine but you want to keep…

Adversity is relative. When we are toddlers a soggy nappy is Armageddon, in high school double-homework on the Friday afternoon is a catastrophe. In adult life, hardship mans up, expands exponentially and kicks into fifth gear, but still, when compared…

When you think of kayaking in Byron Bay, two things spring to mind: backpackers and the ocean. True, this is an enjoyable and quintessentially Byronian experience, bragging the money-back guarantee of spotting whales, dolphins or turtles, but it’s not really…

You can’t always get what you want. So said a bunch of London larrikins back in late 1968, but, their lavish-lipped frontman crooned, if you try sometimes, you get what you need. This isn’t some lame anecdote or animal rights…

It could be said that, for the greater part, this year’s Splendour in the Grass was blessed with fine weather and the best a Byron winter can offer – clear, blue skies, warm days and mostly dry nights. But a…