It is a summer ritual. You drive to the coast. You stop at a supermarket or a petrol station. You grab a forty dollar snorkel set for the weekend.  You get in the water. You put your face down. Cold salt water rushes into your nose. You clear it. You tighten the strap. You...

It is the classic Sydney summer ruin. You are at the beach. The water is clear. The sun is out. But there is a blue line of jagged debris on the sand.  Bluebottles.  You want to get in the water. But you know the pain that is waiting. You see...

People often assume a diver’s personality is shaped by the gear they buy or the courses they choose. In Sydney, divers tend to be shaped by something else entirely. The city itself. The swell lines, the headlands, the tides that turn quickly, and the quietly stubborn culture of shore diving...