I found Whites Beach two and a half years ago... Man, I make that sound like a decade! But honestly, my entire Australia stint feels like it happened a decade ago! Even my cashj/by the way mentions of and about Australia sets that tone. I am possibly one of the most adjustable people so I don't have that endless and incessant yearning or complaints about how my life somewhere else was so much better than it is now. I like that life is a journey of multiple and unpredictile stops. So you have to enjoy that sentiment and that passion as if its the first and the last time.
I guess Whites beach must have become more mainstream now but back then, it still held its reputation as being a 'secret beach' and I think it's quite evident even from the pictures below. You pretty much have the beach all to yourself and there are even some beach caves for you to 'rent out' and take a snooze. I read about people who've camped here and I honestly think that would be a pretty darn cool thing to do.
What I remember most about Whites beach is bringing a visual context to what I remember about the Famous Five. As a rite of passage, The Secret Seven and Famous Five were pretty important to my childhood. Considering the number of adventures the Five had near the sea, White beach sure seemed like a spot for a mystery. On the other hand, this beach also displayed the grand and unimaginable vastness of the ocean that amazes yet scares me very much (because I have a mild phobia for water and a massive phobia for drowning).
Photographed with the Canon 450D, randomly and terribly/ 2014.