Travel: Arrowtown New Zealand


Arrowtown is in a word divine. It’s 25 minutes from Queenstown and is a haven for walkers and history buffs. As an old gold mining town it’s described as being a place where “history meets nature”. You can walk around the quaint town, stop in and look at the historic buildings, the old gold mining settlement and enjoy lunch. After lunch you could take the walk along the river which is depending upon the time of year dotted with beautiful wildflowers.


Lupins grow as wildflowers in New Zealand.

Things to do in Arrowtown:

  • Hire a bike and take a leisurely ride around the town
  • Visit the galleries, the shops and enjoy a long lunch
  • Go for a walk on one of the fifteen walking trails! I walked the Tobins Track to the top of the hill to get the view pictured at the top of the page. Walk around the historic gold mine to get a sense of the loneliness and the isolation that the Chinese felt trying to get an income to support their families.
  • Rent a house and just chill out with a roaring fire a picnic blanket and a bottle of wine
  • Play a round of golf at Millbrook Resort or get a day spa treatment

I visited in summer, but am longing to return in Autumn to capture the full splendour of the colours of the town.


From marketing strategy to downward facing dog

In 1997, I moved from Brisbane to Sydney to finally work on a consulting project that I was both qualified for and interested in. I had been working for a global consulting company in the “Change Management” division, on a boring SAP implementation project. Only a year before I had finished my Masters Degree, and my thesis topic, which was pretty darn interesting for the time was “The impact of eCommerce on Marketing”.  Having had no luck in getting on a eCommerce project, I finally met Campbell Macpherson at a training session, and figured out that he was the “person to know”. Not long after, I moved to Sydney and jumped on a fun project building the AMP website with Campbell and a great gang of people. I met his wife Jane and baby daughter, but it was not until a couple of years later, when I moved to the UK, and was able to stay with Jane and Campbell at their house, that I got to know Jane.

Fast forward 15 years! Jane is now working as a Yoga teacher, and I asked her to share her story about transitioning from the corporate world. I hope that if you are dreaming of a career change, that this blog helps you realise that anything is possible. Just follow your dreams, and doors will open!



From marketing strategy to downward facing dog

For nearly 20 years I was well and truly in the corporate world – Having completed an Economics and management degree, I steadily worked my way ‘up’ the corporate ladder and held various jobs in various industries – accountancy, advertising and promotional agencies, skipped over to the ‘client side’ to consumer goods industries and worked in banking and finance . I spent most of my twenties and thirties coming up with creative (well I thought so at the time!) ways to persuade our ‘target market’/’customer segment’/ ‘internal and external customer’ to choose a product or service over our competitors. I wrote more PowerPoint slides that were good for me ( or the people reading them), attended and ran numerous ‘away days’ and ‘team building’ exercises, read a plethora of management books, wore some great suits and shoes, met some wonderful people……. and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Until one day in London, at a particularly fraught meeting with some pretty senior banking colleagues, I had what I guess is a ‘road to Damascus’ moment. By now, I was married and had 2 amazing but exhausting toddlers and I was working part time at a major UK bank. Life was full on and I was feeling a little harassed having sorted out some issue concerning my daughter’s friendship issues – why is it that little girls can be so mean to each other? – telling one ‘best friend’ something and then turning her back on her friend when a better more dazzling friend comes along ( or probably in this case a brighter pink Barbie! Watching the little girls working out their relationships to each other, each wanting to make their mark, refusing to listen to the quieter ones, jostling for a better position in the class room/lunch queue/playground, I realised that work was becoming rather similar. I was sitting in a meeting where no one really cared what anyone else was saying, each person more concerned with their own story or issue and not really getting anything done! I started to get more and more cynical about my job and my reason for being there and this was not me – I have always been a positive person (some may say irritatingly so!)

Ok, I’m going to get all yogic on you now – the universe then stepped in. I had been practising yoga on and off for around 20 years and found it an ideal way to help some back pain stemming from a sporting injury and not made any better by childbirth and sitting in too many meetings. But there was more – it helped keep me calmer and able to cope with having a job and a young family ( by the way,’ having it all’ is not all it is supposedly cracked up to be!) So when I had had my Damascus moment, I started to look at whether I could train as a yoga teacher – with the far distant dream of giving up my job and teaching something I loved and believed…yeah right !– how was that going to happen – we had a huge mortgage and my husband was working for himself with all the trials and tribulations of an uncertain income and the stresses of running your own show 24/7. But I needed to do this and so looked and found a teacher training course in South London, enrolled and began studying…..

But then, lovely husband announced he had an exciting offer – a job in deepest Oxfordshire. A great opportunity to raise the kids in an idyllic spot, I could give up my now frankly tedious job – what more could I want?

I was not happy – Yes, I like walking in the countryside, fresh air and rural idyll scenes of my children frolicking with baby lambs – but what was I going to do? I could have still commuted into London but that was expensive, exhausting and I had 2 kids who needed their Mum helping them with a new school, friends, homework. I also of course did not want to continue with the kindergarten executive meetings – but I also couldn’t go to London for my yoga teacher training course. This course was I believed the best course I knew at the time – Up to 3 years of intensive yogic training with an internationally recognised qualification at the end of it. Where was I going to find one of those in the Cotswolds?

coach house Oxleaze

But I did move of course – and rather grumpily drove the kids down one very dark and rainy Friday evening to an equally dark and cold house in Oxfordshire. I was excited about a new home for us all and for my husband’s new job but did a terrible job of hiding my own disappointment ( and some panic) at my own situation. But here’s the universe again…I was reading a yoga magazine that weekend and saw a 2 line ad about yoga teacher training in a village about 15 minutes’ drive from our new home…and here’s the spooky bit – the teacher trainer was none other than the owner of the South London training centre – who had moved recently to the area. I rang her rather nervously (she is a legend in the yoga world) and she agreed to train me herself. That was 12 years ago.


Yoga teaching is the best job in the world. I love it. I get to meet the most amazing people – some of whom humble me, some who challenge me. Some who make me laugh and some who make me cry. All of them teach me something new. And this learning will never stop. 3 years ago I went back to formal study and qualified as yoga therapist working with people in chronic pain – mental and physical. I am in awe of the human spirit in times of intense pain and sadness. I am in awe of these bodies that we have and I despair at how we judge and criticise ourselves rather than accepting and loving ourselves. Yoga teaches me to be entirely present and to enjoy every second life has to offer me. I am so lucky and privileged to do what I do.

Jane Macpherson Yoga Retreat

Yoga Retreat participants

Many people ask me do I not regret following this yogic path earlier given I love it so much and my answer is always no. I loved being in the corporate world – but I knew then as I know now that this was not my true self. My time to be myself came when it was right for me and my family. I was just ready to listen and realise it.

And the best bit….. Not a PowerPoint slide in sight!

Jane Macpherson:

Jane Macpherson Yoga 3

Jane is a senior yoga teacher and a registered member of the International Yoga Alliance (IYA 500 hours). She is also a qualified yoga therapist having completed a 2 year diploma in Yoga Therapy – one of the few recognised courses in the UK to be registered with the Complementary and Natural Healthcare council (an accredited register by the Professional Standards authority for Health and Social Care)

She teaches classes and workshops in the UK and Abu Dhabi. She also runs yoga retreats in the UK, Greece, Mallorca and India. For details of Janes upcoming yoga events please see her website  Her Facebook page can be found here.

Postcards from the past (Dad)

Today, I was looking through an old photo album when I came across this postcard.


I thought perhaps, it was a postcard of the plane that I took to the United Kingdom on my first backpacking trip in 1996, as often I collect souvenirs and postcards to fill holes in the blanks where I could not take a photo. I turned it over and found this.


Hello dad. This is my postcard back to you.

You wrote me this card when I was in grade four, I was eight years old, about to turn nine.  That’s the same age as my son Angus is right now. You were thirty five when you wrote this postcard. It’s hard to believe that at the time you wrote this card, half of your life had already gone. You just didn’t know it.

It’s funny to think that we live in a world where sending postcards has become irrelevant. A world where we have lost the art of simple letter writing. I remember now that you always sent us postcards on your business trips. Sometimes you’d beat them home, but that didn’t matter to us. We loved the simple fact that although we could not see you, you were still thinking of us. I’ve learnt now, by having my own children that a parent never stops thinking about their kids.

There are so many things left to ask you. I’m turning 40 in a few weeks, and although I’ve had three years to adjust to the concept of you not being here anymore, and I’m not afraid of death; I still don’t ever want there to be a day when the only thing that my children have left of me is a memory. So thank you dad of thirty five. Thank you for taking the time to write me a postcard.


Katische xxooxx

Eat Pray Love Made me do it.

Eat Pray Love Made me do it

Recently to celebrate the anniversary of Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert called for submissions to be included in a book of short stories titled “Eat Pray Love Made Me Do It”. Naturally, I jumped at the chance. My submission was not successful, and I thought that I would share it with you, so that those of you who are new to this website, can gain a sneak peak into my life, and why I am a photographer and writer. (The original article was not submitted with photographs)



In the early scenes of the movie Love Actually, Jamie (Colin Firth) comes home to discover his semi-clad girlfriend cavorting around the lounge with his brother. Suitably devastated, he retreats to a lake house to write a novel on his old-fashioned typewriter. I too, have retreated to a lake house. With the dissolution of my marriage, I have packed my things and brought my children to a house overlooking a lake in Witta, eager to create a fresh new future.

I don’t want to move back to my hometown of Brisbane to be pitied. I know that just like death, divorce is a taboo and most people in society run from those who have failed in marriage rather than come close to support them.

I want to be alone to lick my wounds. I feel ashamed. My heart feels black with grief and I need the freedom to be in the emotion of the moment, to be sad or mad or angry, to achieve nothing other than simply getting through the day. I am now a recipient of a government pension and my ego does not like it. I refuse to live in a depressing environment. I know that if my house is hell, then my mind will descend there.

I know I need time to heal, but with two children under four and a dog, I cannot escape the country to an Ashram, so I choose to make my new life in Witta a healing adventure. I create my first blog and name it ‘Adventures with Munchkins. It is a way to document for myself the experience that I am going through. I want to write about the change in my life from an uplifting point of view. From a perspective of adventure, from the rose tinted lenses of a woman who thinks she can face fear head on and make an adventure out of the experience of being a single mother.

I know that single motherhood is one of the biggest fears married women face, and parents have for their children. It is the main reason that abused women remain victims, and others who are in a loveless marriage remain until the kids have left home.

Single mothers are blamed for everything. Bad behaved children, truancy, rises in crime and drug usage. A single mother is someone to be pitied, not inspired by. A single mother also usually earns less and works more, and holds the greatest guilt over not being a super human and giving her child every experience possible. One in four children in single parent families in Australia live in poverty.

I am determined that I will not be the object of pity. I am also determined not to let my single motherhood change my parenting wishes. I wish to be a present parent, even if that means I am a parent who remains on a pension longer.

My number one focus in life is to recover from my marriage breakdown to ensure that when I am ready to return to work, I am an asset not a liability. Eat Pray Love becomes literally my bible. I feel like Liz Gilbert is the only person in the world who understands me.

I highlight passages and every time Richard from Texas counsels her, I feel as though he is talking to me. Especially when I am sad, and then angry. Both which are natural stages of grief, experienced as a result of a separation and divorce, both equally disturbing and overwhelming.

“Groceries, you need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select what clothes you’re gonna wear every day. This is a power you can cultivate…Because if you can’t learn to master your thinking, you’re in deep trouble forever”.

And so I learn how to watch my emotions rise, and monitor my thoughts like passing clouds. At some point in time, I stop being angry, start to accept my lot in life, and starting seeing the beauty around me.

Eat Pray Love

I am filled with awe of the clouds and the fog and the mist of Witta, and how they interact with the mountain range. The mornings are filled with spectacular sunrises and the evenings with even more amazing sunsets over the lake. So begins a fascination with recording the beauty I am seeing on my iPhone.

Eat Pray Love

The day I started to see beauty in my own yard, changed my perspective on life.

I change the name of my blog to ‘The Lake House Writer’ and my journey takes on a new dimension. Each week I post images that I have taken that are blended with quote that reflects how I feel, the inspiration that I am seeking in my life. I create my first photographic video that incorporates images I have taken on my iPhone with Tibetan music and post it on the blog.

I decide to undertake a photography challenge with my friend also named Liz. We no longer live around the corner from each other, and as a way of continuing the friendship we decided to upload a photo a day. It just has to be a single photo, something that we had done or seen or eaten that day.

Eat Pray Love

From this point onwards my brain explodes. I allow my brain the space to be silent whilst my eyes filtered the experience of my life through a camera. I experience the complete spectrum of emotion through the excuse of photography. This enables me to see the emotions that I am experiencing at a safe distance, and I can correct them so that I do not go too high or too low.

I can now view my photography and say ‘wooah that was a dark day yesterday’, better make today a light one. I then simply seek an adventure where I photograph something beautiful in nature, to make my mind focus in that direction.

Eat Pray Love

I have a whole new culture at my fingertips. Living in Witta, I am exposed to the freethinking Bohemian living citizens of Maleny. People here simply view life differently. They take you as you are. They explore all facets of life, all theories of existence and all forms of healing. Nothing is too strange, too unacceptable, or too radical.

I decide that if I am going to live in the middle of nowhere, I might as well embrace it- put on the glasses of Peter Mayle for a while. It may not be rural France, and I am living in a brick rental house rather than a crumbling Chateau, but the experience for me could be the same. I needn’t travel overseas to live an adventure. This realization gives me immense freedom and tears off the tape that is binding my wings to my side.

My blog becomes the place that I explore my fascination with life in Maleny. It is the best medicine for a broken heart. I simply operate from the place of knowledge that I know nothing about repairing a broken heart and that I will take any advice, and try it. Any remedy, any alternate therapy any approach to life and any friendship that came my way. If it doesn’t work, there is nothing lost.

Eat Pray Love

And nothing is lost, because, a year later, we return to Brisbane, ready to face the world again. We face a bigger battle helping my father face an early death in the form of prostate cancer and again Eat Pray Love comes to my side to help cope with anxiety, depression and grief, all the same emotions, this time in a different form.

the hardest goodbye

When the grief passes I take Richards advice,

“Take all the time you need to heal, but don’t forget to eventually share your heart with someone”.

A couple of short relationships later, my heart has been wedged right open, and I am optimistic that in time, I will find the right long term relationship.

Eat Pray Love

Words by me, image by Russell Stevens.

My writing and my photography has been a constant for me through this journey and I’m now both a professional photographer and writer. I’ve just put the finishing touches on my manuscript, which I have been writing since that first blog as a newly single mother.

Eat Pray Love

So from the bottom of my heart, and also from my children, who have gained a mother who is passionate about her work, I thank you Liz. By taking the courage to be vulnerable and share your story, you have helped me through my darkest times and provided me with the never-ending light of inspiration to guide me on my way. Your Facebook posts have impacted and helped me on a daily basis and you Liz, have become my Richard from Texas.


*Note- one of the many challenges that Liz and I took was a structured challenge from Fat Mum Slim.  These photo challenges are a fantastic way to get started with photography. In time, we decided to create our own challenges, but highly recommend the structured approach to get you photographing and give you some confidence.




Postcard from the Past: Whitstable, near Canterbury – a travel guide


This postcard was sent to me in an envelope, so technically that’s cheating. But it was accompanied with photos, so, I’ll allow it. 🙂 To accompany down this memory lane, you’ll need to understand that at the end of 1999, I left Australia to live on a working holiday visa in London. I was chasing the dot com bubble, and as I was bored out of my brains working for a consulting firm. I didn’t want to be consulting on internet stuff, I wanted to be working for a internet start up. And so, I landed in London, and started working for a seed funded wireless start up.

My job didn’t last long, six months to be precise, and then we were bought out by an American company. I was paid as a contractor, so no, I did not become an instant millionaire over night. It was fun however, but also rather stressful at the end of it because our two founders were fighting. So when my friend Vanessa invited me to Whitstable to celebrate her 25th birthday, I jumped at the opportunity to get out of London for the weekend. Vanessa and Susie were friends that I was in boarding school with at high school. I lived in Holland Park in a flat of my own, and Susie lived in more iconic Aussie areas like Wimbledon. Another friend Cath, and her now husband Leo travelled for the weekend.

Whitstable is a small beach town, with a population of 30,000 people, eight kilometres north of Canterbury.

Canterbury is on the North Coast of Kent in South East England, and it takes about one and a half hours to travel there from London.

Whitstable is famous for its oysters and the annual oyster festival. Apparently, oysters have been collected there since Roman times. It’s also more recently famous for the local pub the Old Neptune and its’ role in the movie “Venus” which starred Peter O’Toole. We had a great weekend, and as you can tell from the photos, it was a little cool, despite being spring.

Old Neptune

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What mattered for us was that the sun was shining, we were experiencing a new location, and we had great company and a reason to celebrate! Places are nothing without the people you share the memories with.

The Old Neptune


Pink hats? Ahh that was the weekend before, at the Trooping the Colour, and the reference to family; mum, dad and my uncle Laurie came to visit and we travelled to the Cotswolds and Ireland together- but those memories will have to wait for another blog.

Photography: Grab your loved one by the hand

One of the wonderful parts about the development of mobile phones into smart phones has been the camera. We no longer have to lug around heavy cameras to take candid happy snaps of our friends and family. We’ve all been recording impromptu moments of fun and learning along the way, naturally, what works with photography.

But if you’re like me, in the process, you’ve gotten so many pictures, that you don’t print them out anymore, and they sit on your computer’s hard drive. I also don’t have any nice pictures of myself with the kids- you know, “keeper” photos.

Impromptu attempt. however, one child wouldn't get in the photo with Santa- you can see him behind me in the blue striped shirt

Impromptu attempt. however, one child wouldn’t get in the photo with Santa

Recently, I have been approached by a number of friends to take candid family photos for them. I’m always hesitant when the word “family portraits” are used because I have heard so many stories of husbands and wives investing fortunes in family photography only to have one spending more that was agreed, and the other feeling ripped off. When people look at the “package deal” photos on the wall, they no longer see the smiles, they see dollar bills in flames. Which is probably why I like photographing trees…


So I have set about testing the water, and have used the opposite approach to many. My approach has been to create a situation which involves the maximum fun and laughs and the minimum stress. I’m not about styled picture perfect Pinterest portrait shoots. I let the kids run wild, and make the parents hold hands and kiss. It’s amazing how many couples have not held hands for a long time.

I'm a bit nervous about this kissing thing!

I’m a bit nervous about this kissing thing!

And as for kissing in front of the kids… I make a song and dance about it, and do shots where the kids pretend they are not looking and then make them look. Those photos are never going to be the ones that they put on the wall and frame, but guess what. The after effect is amazing. Ask a couple to hold hands for five minutes and make them kiss and the world changes. Literally.

Kids might squeal but deep down it gives them immense comfort and satisfaction.

Kids might squeal but deep down it gives them immense comfort and satisfaction.

We get so caught up in the world of making a life, and doing all the things we need to do that we forget about the things that mean a lot and make real memories. Not just photographic memories, I’m talking about impressions on our mind that will make us smile when we are 75.

It's the moments when you're not posing, that mean the most.

It’s the moment’s when you’re not posing, that mean the most.

Here’s some behind the scenes videos of a couple of recent photo shoots. I think they are best summed up by the gentleman who said to his wife “wow, that was a real feel good moment right there”. Yep, heart swollen.

You want me to what?

You want me to what?

Grab your loved one by the hand.

For further information about portraiture contact me at or on 0411 040 688. Limited spots left before Christmas.

Postcards from the past

It’s a universal truth- everyone loves to get mail. Real mail. Not bills, or advertising, but good old fashioned mail; where a friend writes you a letter or a postcard. Sadly, these days “snail mail” as we’ve come to call it, is rare. I was revisiting an old photo album this morning and amongst the photos of my travels in Italy was this postcard.


I looked at what was written in the notes beside it

“It didn’t look like this- there were no flowers and the sky was grey. There were also people all over the steps”.  

(Clearly I was a frustrated photographer even back then)

So I turned it over, thinking that it was a postcard that I had bought to show me the potential of what the Spanish Steps looked like. At the time I was backpacking with my friend Stephanie. There is no photo in the album of the Spanish Steps, however Steph did take a photo of me at the Fountain of Truth.

Fountain of Truth

The Fountain of Truth, Rome, 1996: aged 20.


I was wrong. I didn’t buy the postcard at all, and it had nothing to do with my holiday.

(Click on the images to enlarge).

I’m delighted to have found that the postcard is from one of my favourite people on the planet. I think she could send me a letter at 92 and I’d know instantly that it is her writing.

Koel is one of two people that I have always loved getting letters and postcards from. Why, because they make me laugh and I can hear their voices reading the postcard out loud to me. I can visualise their faces and their smiles, and I happen to think they are good writers. The other person is Rani, and I always secretly hoped she’d grow up to be a writer. Maybe she will…

So thanks Koel! Your postcard took me back in time to not only my travels in Europe, but the memories of our friendship.

I look forward to sharing other postcards from my past with you next Thursday.

Until then, tell me have you kept any postcards from your past? You could upload a picture of them in the comments below.

Travel: Perth through the eyes of a local

Today’s guest blogger is Perth based writer Lisa Berson. Lisa and I met in Sydney when attending Carla Coulson’s Get Published Workshop.

"Picture This" Workshop with Carla Coulson. I'm in the front row in white and Lisa is next to me :) Photo by Deanna Gerlach
“Picture This” Workshop with Carla Coulson. I’m in the front row in white and Lisa is next to me 🙂 Photo by Deanna Gerlach, used with permission by Carla Coulson.

I’ve been to Perth only once, in 2004 when I traveled to the Margaret River to attend a Wine Tourism Conference, so I invited Lisa to share her local’s perspective on Perth. Enjoy!

My Guide to Perth


Katische has asked me to write about my beloved Perth for a while now. I have kept putting her off because how do you write and share almost 20 years of memories in a single post?

I moved to Perth 19 years ago from a country town in WA and have lived both North and South of the River. In the last few years, the Perth social scene has exploded and there are so many more options in every suburb, not just in the Perth City Centre.

Below are a few of my favourite places you should visit. Please note I am a little biased and have based my recommendations mainly on the city centre and Fremantle but if you have friends who live north of the river, then their recommendations will be entirely different.


City Skyline of Perth

Perth City & Kings Park A grand view of the city and the Swan River. Inner-city suburbs such as Mt Lawley, Mt Hawthorn, North Perth, Northbridge, East Perth all have fantastic places to eat, drink and shop.

Cottesloe Beach

The best place to pull up a chair at the local café or bar and people watch. Enjoying a Sunday Session at the local beach watching the sunset over the ocean is considered an institution in our city. Catch the train from either Perth city or Fremantle to enjoying the view, ocean and beach house vibe in an afternoon with friends.

Fremantle (Freo to the locals)

Bathers Beach

Welcome to Little Italy. Fremantle is has a distinct family-friendly character and so much to do. Start your day with coffee at Gino’s, wander through the famous Fremantle Markets, watch the buskers, take the kids to the new (free) skate park down on the Esplanade. Take a tour of the haunted Fremantle Prison. Finish the day off at Little Creatures (a brewery that used to be home to a Crocodile Park) or the Twilight Bathers Beach Markets.


Mt Lawley, Leederville and Inner City Suburbs

Laneways and side streets filled with street art, live music, wine bars, jazz clubs, outdoor community markets, rooftop movies and food trucks vans. These suburbs have an upmarket community feel to them. A starting point for a night out should be The Five Bar, The Brisbane Hotel or The Queens Hotel all located in Mt Lawley.


A drive north along the coast road from Fremantle and you will eventually hit Hillarys. Visit AQUA (Ocean Aquarium), shopping boardwalk or splash in the paddle beach for kids.



You can catch a ferry to this small island (from Hillarys or Fremantle) which is car-free and approx. 20km off the coast of WA. Most Perthites have at least one summer memory spent at Rotto.

Something a Little Different

Walking Tours around Perth, sharing a different perspective of Perth. Cruise on the Swan River, Visit the Twilight Food Markets in the Perth City at Forrest Chase, Fremantle Markets, bathers Beach Markets. Outdoor rooftop Movies. Ghost Tours of Fremantle Prison, Brewery and Winery tours of the Swan Valley.

Family Fun

Skate Park
Skate Park

Drive along the Perth Coast and pick any beach on your journey to chill out on, To entertain the kids, visit the Perth Zoo, Adventure World, Burswood Outdoor Movies, Perth City Roof-top Movies, Hillarys Boat Harbour (The Great Escape) Fremantle Skate Park, Serpentine Falls, Fremantle Markets, Supa Golf in Ellenbrook, Mundaring Weir & Pub (Sunday Roast on a Spit, Live Music) in the Perth Hills or hire a car, drive north of Perth and explore the Yanchup Caves.

A bit of Music, Art & Culture

Perthite’s love their live music, theatre, and events. Over summer, there are so many festivals, market stalls, and free community events to be involved in. See the links below to get all the updated information.

The Fremantle Arts Centre, Barking Gecko Theatre, His Majesty’s Theatre, The Heath Ledger Theatre, Luna Palace Centre Leederville, Perth Art Gallery, and heaps of street festivals and markets days happen throughout summer in all suburbs. 

Where to Eat & Drink


In Perth, eating is an event. On Sundays, Perthites tend to travel from one meal to another. Our cafes definitely have a personality all of their own and usually have a story to tell those who go there. If only those walls could talk!


zepher's cafe
The view from Zepher’s cafe in Freemantle


Fish and Chips at Cottesloe Beach.

Order your fish and chips from the local chippie and walk down to beach or grassed areas to take in the view or work on your suntan. Cottesloe Beach has playgrounds, grassed areas for families and restaurants, cafes & bars for those who are looking for something a little more upmarket.

The Swan River.

Peppermint Grove

The Swan River divides north and south of Perth but is the glue that keeps us all together. There are so many restaurants, events and grassed areas along the Swan River especially throughout the summer months that you are spoiled for choice. Take a day cruise (other cruises include lunch or dinner) on the Swan River (get on at Barrack Street Jetty). A little local secret: most sailing clubs offer Twilight Sailing during the mid-week. Non-members can pay a low-cost price which is a fantastic alternative experience to a cruise.

Mundaring Weir Hotel. (Perth Hills) 40-45 minutes drive from Perth City

Take in the view from the lookout bridge on Mundaring Weir, then travel down the road to the Mundaring Weir Hotel for their Sunday Session for Roast on Spit, and Live Music

The Swan Valley

Join a winery & brewery tour bus to sample a taste of what WA has to offer. The Margaret River Chocolate Factory, Luewin Estate

Serpentine Falls (45-mins to hour drive from Perth)

Another worthwhile road trip but this time, grab a picnic and head southwest down towards Armadale and visit Sepentine Falls. A short walk from the car park into the National Park ($12 entry), plenty of bbq’s, swimming holes or drive around to the Serpentine Dam and café for lunch.


* Most of the Wine bars listed offer food & tapas menus.


Heathcoate Reserve, Applecross, Perth
Sunset from Heathcoate Reserve, Applecross, Perth

Helpful Links to plan your Perth trip


Perth Bloggers

Phew! Thank’s Lisa that was certainly comprehensive, and I’m sure everyone will be bookmarking this blog for when they travel to Perth because you’ve covered everything! Certainly a few days is not enough to cover it all!

Lisa Berson is a freelance writer, copywriter & blogger.

Lisa Berson

Living the sea change life in coastal WA with my family of five. There is never a dull moment in my life and I love it that way. During the week I write (feature articles, web copy and ghost blogging) and then catch babies on the weekend (I am also a midwife). My words have been featured on Kidspot, Leaders in Heels and personal blog Woogsworld.