Stories from the blue.

It’s January 1992. My sister Sarah and I are lounging in the backroom, bored, hot, irritable, watching teevee. A pedestal fan drones in the corner,…

The sun’s out and there are butterflies over the water at Umina. The 6:30 am crew are debriefing below the deck of the Umina Beach…

The baby is swaddled loosely, asleep in a Moses cot at the end of the couch, his froggy legs squat against a white fluffy lambskin…

Driving down the curved road to Bondi, the bay sparkles blue, white sand open, empty and inviting. I get out of the car and the…

I’m Nicole, an ocean swimmer and a writer. Welcome to my little corner of the internet, where I share my dual loves.