In the digital age, are we losing our sense of wild in Nature, happier to immerse in the curated online consumption version? What if we went back there? Is transformation possible? What do we do when we get there? And there’s wild beasts around? Freediving has become one method of returning to Nature, perhaps even a way of resurrecting our oneness. Freediving has for me been transformative, and shared lessons about connecting with Nature that I didn’t even know I needed. The unpredictable beauty of the ocean, even of life itself. When I happened upon a herd of wild Brumbies in the Snowy Mountains, freediving took me closer than I ever thought possible.

There’s heritage. And then there’s heritage. Brian has both. Taking pause in the Omeo MTB Park, the jolly baby blue Peugeot 504 wreaked of adventures long faded, fresh, and new. It oozed a certain essence. The unmistakable Euro vibes of alpine cool, with a hell of a splash of understated debonair. Soon I would learn, the 504, this here, the essence of Brian.

The small motley crew of snorkellers and freedivers from Sydney, Canberra and Melbourne embark on an adventurous journey beyond Jervis Bay into the Pacific Ocean, desiring a close encounter swimming with Humpback Whales. Despite the unpredictable nature of wildlife, the thrill sends them rocking and rolling in shared anticipation and camaraderie. The experience of being at sea creates a deep connection with nature, transcending expectations and time.