I’m writing this post at 7.30 a.m. while sitting on the veranda of the Goose Beach Bar, Busselton (in Western Australia), to take full advantage of the welcome vista. Before me lies the longest wooden jetty in the southern hemisphere, extending nearly 2 km into the sparkling waters of the Indian Ocean. If I had a stone in my hand, an easy throw would drop it straight onto the beach. That’s how near I am. But I don’t want to taint the fine white sand with pebbles. Besides, the