The end of the world begins in the sea we love.

Surviving is the strongest memory I have; the sense of having walked on water.

Surfers are the canaries down the mine. Those of us who surf spend more time than anyone soaking in whatever the sea has become. We're suspended in consequences, you might say.

The ocean is a supreme metaphor for change. I expect the unexpected but am never fully prepared.

I grew up in a whaling town. We didn't stop whaling in Australia until 1978. And I've always lived in fishing communities. You could say I'm from the Redneck Wing of marine conservation. Everything I know about the sea I learnt at the end of a spear or a hook. Seems weird to admit it, but I hunted and killed my way to enlightenment. Eventually you see where you've been. All the traces you leave are gaps and absences. And it's a sick feeling, knowing you might bequeath a full dose of Nothing to those who come after you.

Overfishing is an obvious threat to our capacity to feed ourselves.

Optimism is necessary even if you don't instinctively feel it.