Think Mad Max meets The Beach and you’ve got Wedge Island, Western Australia. You get there via a maze of 4wd drive tracks and only on low tide. If you get there, it’s a collection of old fisherman shacks that have been handed down through families and friends for generations. As far as the government is concerned no one owns the land or the shacks but that doesn’t mean you can lob in and stay where you want. There’s a strong sense of community amongst the dwellers and they guard each others property with passion, and the odd spray painted messages telling you where you should go if you’re not a local. If you manage to wangle an invite to stay up there, you go, you can always reschedule your wedding, and there’s always going to be another grand final. It’s a gem of a place that I hope never changes.
