Just as it is a worthy bucket list item to tour Europe via train, road tripping through the land of the long white cloud is an #NZmustdo. Distances can be vast from one grand landmark to the other - but the magic lies in these in-betweens and I have found that campervan travel is one of the best ways to totally immerse myself in the country...
For my second trip with Jetstar NZ, I chose to fly into Nelson, on the north coast of the South Island, to explore the Nelson Tasman region.
Up until then, I’d been to New Zealand 3 times, but always to Queenstown and out of all the people I spoke to at home in the lead up to this fourth hop across the pond, only one person had heard and been to Nelson.
I hope that this will change, that after you read about my adventures and see the region through my lens, you’ll want to discover the Nelson Tasman region for yourself. It may fly under the radar but wow, the gamut of landscapes and adventure here is incredible (and did you know that Nelson is the Craft Brewing Capital of New Zealand?)
This is what I played with at Jimmys Beach over the weekend of my 28th birthday. There's enough going on here to have you constantly on the move but it's also so picturesque that you can't help but stop to breathe it all in...
Thank you to North Coast Holiday Parks for hosting me, for forgiving my turning up to a powered site reservation with no tent and for putting me up in a cute beach cabin that faced the paperbarks and was just mere steps from the sand...
I'm excited to share with you a short article I wrote on astrophotography for No More Ugly Camera Bags. I don't get to photograph the Milky Way as often as I'd like to but the times that I have, have been magical ✨✨ If you're a fellow shutterbug, I hope my tips help you capture some night skies of your own x
I'm laying straight on the cool sand. Sand on my skin, in my hair, indelibly ingrained in my fleece. The sky is blue like cardstock, not a cloud in sight. I feel a light sea breeze on my left cheek and I hear birdsong somewhere to my right. A whip bird, actually. And in front of me, is the ocean, its waves crashing sometimes dramatically, other times peacefully. Slowly, I feel the sun's warmth on me. Inhale, exhale, eyes closed, heart wide open, head full of dreams.
I know I'm beyond lucky because I've spent countless mornings like this.
Getting on the road with no concrete plan is electric. Though I had a gist of where I wanted to go, I let wanderlust be my overruling guide. I wanted to go where my curiosity led and stay where my breath caught in my throat.
I'd never spent much time up north but the mid-north coast and the Great Lakes region seemed rife with idyllic beaches and bays to explore. I knew that I'd be spoilt for choice and that no matter which way whim led me, I'd be happy.
This is how I saw the Remarkables on my latest adventure to Queenstown in June 2017 with Jetstar NZ. In the space of a handful of days, I saw these mountains under all kinds of conditions - and under every single one of these conditions, they were true to their name - remarkable...
The word that comes to me when I think back on my time spent at The Sherwood Hotel is 'mindful'.
I could’ve gone anywhere in New Zealand. Logic tried to push me towards exploring the new instead of returning to a place I’d been two months back. But really there had never been a choice to be made. It was always going to be Queenstown, cinched in the moment I first stepped foot on New Zealand ground; on the tarmac, plane engine still rumbling, the Remarkables aglow and the cool, crisp alpine air a wonderful shock to this city girl’s system. The love affair was instantaneous and it only grew in strength and complexity, filling up this void I didn’t know I had.
He looked over at me, saw the uncontrollable grin spread across my face, and said, "happy.". Not as in a question, as there was no doubt about it, but just a statement, a fact, so simple but so powerfully true...Flying high over Queenstown and surrounds and over to Milford Sound with Heli Tours Queenstown is a day held preciously in my soul.
45 minutes from my doorstep lies a pocket of wildness; of bushland tumbling down into idyllic secret beaches.
Twice I've been to The Gap, in Sydney's east. By no means is it a secret. But the seascapes here, exclusively at sunrise, fill me with inspiration and both settle and send my heart soaring. Maybe it's because to get somewhere for that first light, you've got to really want it. Or maybe because it is just wild out there past the fencing. Either way, it fills the gap between true far-flung places and staves off those crazily itchy and daring feet.
The Warrumbungles; where the earth meets the sky. Ancient land under a night sky so starry and so bright that it became recognised as NSW and Australia's first Dark Sky Park.
FOR ANYONE WHO is fond of the outdoors and especially for anyone who has even the slightest inkling of love for rock climbing, Yosemite is mecca. This widely beloved national park, protected since 1864, has been the source of inspiration, even obsession, for countless artists and explorers - I had no chance of escaping its charm.