My boyfriend and I quickly concluded we’d barely scratched the surface of our south-west-corner-of-Western-Australia bucket list as we took the four-hour flight back to Sydney – but the truth is it was hard to write one. It’s not really like visiting Sydney and ticking off the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge. It’s not like swinging into Melbourne for the tennis or the cricket or a trip along the Great Ocean Road. It’s just, well, being there for a while. Waking up next to a new vineyard. Swimming from a new beach, dolphin-spotting. Hunkering down with fish and chips for sunset (over the sea!) again. You can dip your toe in and tick a few beaches and wineries off, sure. But the magic only really comes when you stay a while and settle in.