When I was 9 years old, I would walk the rocky coast to visit Wes Stacey and his partner Narelle Perroux. He was often full of energy and cooking something like pasta and loudly calling out to the commercial fishing boats. Saying things like “Allan catch a big fish mate! Catch us a Bea-uty! And drop over for dinner, we don’t mind we’ve got lots of pasta!!!”

I loved his place so much. It was hidden in the bush on the edge of the ocean with paths that blended into the environment. This clever camouflage was subtle but made his camp more secure and extremely hard to find unless you knew exactly where it was. Even the chimney was disguised as a termites nest.

To me it was designed like the ultimate cubby house, but it was actually a home. So it was the best of both worlds.