Dunk Island, The Whitsundays.


My favourite temperature is when you practically can’t feel it. You know when you’re on the beach in the shade in your bathers and you’re neither hot and sweaty or wanting to put on more layers but just perfectly perfect? Dunk Island in September is like that. Lying on a sun lounge under a palm tree on the sand, contemplating the ocean while idly flipping through whatever book I’d specially put aside for this holiday, I was sure I’d died and arrived on a postcard.

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