A Year’s Sea Fever was a project created out of the need to creatively connect with life through creating a short film every week for one year. Pushing through the limitations of life’s highs and lows to show that beauty in the world around not only lingers in exciting adventures but can be found in the quiet small moments of the everyday. Follow the journey…
A Year’s Sea Fever Original Music by Jessie L Warren A Year’s Sea Fever Logo by Abby Flynn
Week Fifty Two. This Is The End. 52 Films made! I’m still in disbelief that I finished this project. There have been so many times I’ve wanted to pull the plug but with...
Week Fifty One. Back To The Jungle. Returning to Lombok for the second time this year, I can never seem to get enough of this place. These people some of whom I’ve known...
Week Fifty. Behind The Scenes. When I first started this project I aimed to get my videos out every week, but as time went on became harder and harder because, well, life!! So...
Week Forty Nine. Something About These Streets. I first met the amazingly talented Lisa Mitchell about 7 years ago. We fell in love instantly. Over the years we have dreamed and schemed together....
Week Forty Eight. Bali Daze. It’s a simple life. Surf. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. A dear old friend whom I hadn’t had the chance to see in years was living in Bali, he told me...
Week Forty Seven. The Bluff Pt 2. Returning to my favourite place in the world. All through my childhood and teen years this place was my second home. As a family we would...
Week Forty Six. The Bluff Pt 1. Returning to my favourite place in the world. All through my childhood and teen years this place was my second home. As a family we would...
Week Forty Five. On The Road Again. ‘It’s about time you put that sad face down, It’s about time you stopped getting messed around It’s about time to stop dreaming of what could...
Week Forty Four. Jaffels. Down on the farm it’s the simple moments, time spent with family sitting around the fire, swapping stories sharing laughter. There is a certain peace that comes with being around...
Week Forty Three. Riding In Cars With The Boys. Down in the south where the water chills your bones, the boys managed to convince me to paddle out, a far stretch from those...
Week Forty Two. Saturday’s. Cousins, cardboard boxes and wars, this is what Saturday was made for…
Week Forty One. Empty Streets. The wide open streets of the small seaside town I grew up in are as empty as I feel In this seemingly never ending winter. The sights and...
Week Forty. Baby Hazel. With our hearts full of joy we welcome Hazel Isla, the newest member of our ever growing Tribe.
Week Thirty Nine. Shedding Our Skin. The wind blew cold and the water almost stopped our breathing, as we dived right in and tried to shed our winter skin. Heading back to the...
Week Thirty Eight. Out In The country. Touching down on home soil after eight months away is always a strange feeling. Sometimes it is a mixture of excitement and relief to breathe in...
Week Thirty Seven. Leaving The Jungle. Leaving the palm trees, those deep greens, those neon sunsets, that golden tangle.
Week Thirty Six. Poya Day Poya day, a Buddhist holiday, is celebrated every month in sync with the full moon. This month a rolling circus came to town. Possibly one of the most...
Week Thirty Five. Devils Island. And in the end she’ll let it be his decision. Even though she knew long before how it could end and she would have the chance to walk...
Week Thirty Four. Driftwood. Back in the land of neon sunsets and Soursop Juice. Collecting driftwood to turn into magical things. The smell of salt and promise in the air. In the fading...
Week Thirty Three. Night Markets. Weaving our way through the narrow crowded footpaths, the smell of incense sits thick in the humid night air. The constant beeping of car horns becomes almost musical,...
Week Thirty Two. Lovers In Paris. Young lovers exploring the streets of Paris…Is there anything more romantic?
Week Thirty One. The Forest Nymph. On my return back to France I came across a girl so full of life and love. She was fearless, skated better than most teenage boys, jumped...
Week Thirty. A Day At The Polo. Royals playing Polo and MVP’s! Just a normal day in the English countryside.
Week Twenty Nine. English Summer. The start of summer comes slowly to the English countryside. It’s days start to get just that bit longer and brighter although the sun is in no rush...
Week Twenty Eight. Thunder Boys. When you are stuck in bed for almost a week with the German flu and you finally have the strength to go out side, what do you do?...
Week Twenty Seven. Pirates of Venice. We drove away from winter into spring then back up to the top of the world where we danced on clouds. Then we made our way through...
Week Twenty Six. The Angel Of Death. We walked between two mountains. The only people alive, it seemed, in this cold eerie valley high up in the Swiss Alps. As we continued towards...
Week Twenty Five. A Forest Princess and her Knight on Shining Chrome. The green fields of Germany. The warmth and love of a new family. The smile of a best friend. The happiness...
Week Twenty Four. Armonia. A chance encounter with a long lost travel buddy and fatefully walking into the incredible little vegetarian restaurant Armonia to meet the owner/amazing human Christiane all lead to wonderfully...
Week Twenty Three. The Lights Of San Sebastian. San Sebastian was beautifully breathtaking by day. I spent my time walking along the water, up to the Monte Urgull, and causing through any little...
Week Twenty Two. The Villa. A two hour drive inland from the ocean and I found myself surrounded by rolling green hills. Visiting a most wonderful friend for the week i was shown...
Week Twenty One. Ghost Town. This place along the French coastline is alive with people and activities during the summer. But during the winter and Spring months it becomes a ghost town. Running...
Week Twenty. The French Countryside. This week was a strange one. It was the first time I had really been alone in quite a few months. Staying in my friends old country house...
Week Nineteen. Reunions. Every once in a while you meet people in life who you instantly connect with. Anne was one of those people. We met a year earlier out in the surf...
Week Eighteen. Farewell To The Tropics. After two months in this tropical paradise it was time to pack my things and move on. Farewells are never easy and this was no exception. Saying...
Week Seventeen. The Blue Lagoon. They slid effortlessly through the tropical green. Dipping and diving, letting the undertow drag them out into deeper water. Surrounded by the salty silk, tangled together like seaweed...
Week Sixteen. The Pilgrimage to Adams Peak After two days on the road we finally arrived in Ella a beautiful small town in the mountains. Ella was alive with activity and tourists all...
Week Fifteen. Hitching Through The Mountains. The morning after the full moon I set off with an energetic French boy called Max. We had met a few days earlier and got to talking...
Week Fourteen. In amongst all the crazy excitement that is to be found in foreign skies, green waves, new smiles and tropical fruit my mind and my body decided it needed a break. The...
One beautiful thing about traveling to me is always making friends with the local kids. Children no matter where you go are essentially the same, they love to play and they are curious about...
I was mostly in a haze. After the excitement of seeing my old friends the two Marc/k’s that run the surf camp Elsewhere, here, making new friends, spending days sipping coconuts and surfing and...
I arrived in this beautiful country in the middle of the night. Unaware of my surroundings I didn’t make it to the house that is to be my home for the next few months,...
There is nothing quite so good as love. How magical it was to watch my little brother, my best friend and partner in crime marry the sweetest most adorable girl who can match his...
Sunrise is my favourite time of day. The world is just waking up, new once again. Riding through the jungle on the way to the ocean, the moon still high in the sky as...
Cruising out to the yacht I had seen from the shore the nerves of being around westerners hit me. At first I stayed hidden in the peaceful bubble of being an observer, safe behind...
I walked through the main part of town, then turned down an alley and headed towards the sea. Stepping onto the sand the beauty and stillness of the late afternoon hit me. The shoreline...
Arriving in Kuta Lombok. Lombok has been an extremely special place to me since I was young. The experiences I’ve had there and the friendships I’ve made stay close to my heart. My journey...
Week seven. The Down South lifestyle has its charms. Whenever I make it down there I seem to fall into an endless summer. Untouched beaches for miles, midday naps and afternoon dance parties. This...
Week 6. For this last week’s film I decided only to use the footage form one afternoon. Down on the family farm the heat had really set in, there was nothing to do but...
Week five. Christmas. When you strip it all back it just comes down to the joy of being with the people you love.
Week four. The solitude of the forest and the quiet of a leisurely life has given way to the fullness and liveliness of moving back to the family home. There is a happiness that...
Week three found me living in a refurbished truck on an organic farm in Margaret River. Exploring that magic place where there forest meets the sea. An unexpected journey for sure. The concept of...
The start of summer only found me for a day down in the forest. The sun shone through the green canopy and it seemed like this week was going to be the start of...
My 29th Year begins in a caravan park cabin in the tiny South Western forest town of Pemberton. It has been my home now for about 2 months. I go to sleep to the...
