What happened
It wasn't meant to be the start of anything. A handful of mates loaded up sea kayaks and paddled out to Broughton Island, off Port Stephens, for the weekend.
We speared fish for dinner, strung a tarp between the rocks for shade, and spent the nights on the sand with a gas stove and a string of fairy lights.
We came back with one big lesson: we loved it. And we wanted to keep making spaces like that for other men.
