“I didn’t even get time to draw a breath. I was abruptly in darkness, being poleaxed across the sandy bottom of the bay, holding on to the dregs in my lungs while the grit blasted through my hair...when I burst back to the surface.....I finally came up in a spritzing froth in the shallows, sinuses burning....it’s like you come pouring back into yourself...like you ‘ve exploded and all the pieces of you are reassembling themselves. You’re new. Shimmering. Alive” - Tim Winton.