One morning before our call time we drove down the road to the Port of Broome where we climbed red sea rocks, danced along the ocean line and soaked up as much sun as we could. At times it felt like my heart was singing and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face even if I tried. And trust me, later that day I actually tried. We quickly discovered the main beach was a popular nudist beach inhabited by a little nudist colony and it was hard not to giggle/forget at what is now imprinted into the back of my eyelids. I still remember when we spotted the first 60 year old man just stretching on the beach, as you do, completely naked and just loving life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the no clothes thing when you’re older but you can imagine how hilarious it was seeing that without any warning. The best thing about being surrounded by such beautiful scenery is you don’t really have to wear anything besides a little summer dress to compliment the background, or in this case you don’t have to wear anything at all!
Photos by Amanda Shadforth