Magnetic Island is home to me. My father was born there and lived there with his family until adulthood. Most of our childhood was spent here, exploring its vastness and tranquility. The name of the island came about because of the apparent “magnetic’ effect it had on the ship’s compass of Caption Cook as he passed the island while sailing the East Coast of Australia in 1770.
The island is a tropical paradise. The shores lined with white sand bays and fringed with coconut palms. Most of the island is made up of National Park, quiet bush land home to a vast range of Flora and Fauna.
My parents have a sweet home there. I spend my time on the island biking the hills and exploring the depths of the waves of The Great Barrier Reef. The island is filled with an array of tropical fruits waiting to be picked. I spent a lot of my childhood there and as an adult I spend most of my free time living there. There is such a community feel to is, from the moment you walk off the boat you feel like you have discovered where you have always wanted to be in life.