With our little buggy loaded with sand boards, cowgirl hats and a camera, we were ready for an adventure. On my first holiday to Perth, I felt as though I was no longer in Australia as we began our climb in the pure white sand. Puffing and excited, we climbed, boards under our arms.
Dodging other sand lovers and watching out for giant tour beasts diving over the dunes with tyres the size of a house, we finally made it to the top.
The adrenalin pumping through my veins made it impossible for any fear to hold me back as I dived onto the sand board and sped down my very first dune. Flying clean off with a mouth and eyes full of grains of sand, I returned to my feet and tried again.
It took a couple of tries before I met with the foot of a giant mountain of sand without tumbling hopelessly.
It wasn't just the fun of the sand boarding that made this adventure unforgettable. The sand dunes seem to go on forever, the view from the top is sensational. And houses are nestled amongst these giants like cottages in a snowy mountain village.