My happy place is Bethells Beach. You can get away from it all - get away from working and from the pressures of life. I'm from Britain and you had to be really brave to go into the water there - even in summer it's freezing. Swimming is something you just don't do.
When I moved to New Zealand, I had no idea what to expect from the west coast beaches. I had no idea even what a rip was. Muriwai was the first big beach I went to. I swam as far as I could out the back and was told off by the lifeguards for being stupid.
In 2005 my wife, Marie, and I turned up to the Bethells Beach Surf Lifesaving Club with our son, Phil. I wanted to make sure he and my daughter, Emma, were really aware of the dangers of surf. I hadn't been to Bethells before and I was blown away. The scenery was fantastic and the club was really friendly.
I started doing parent help with the juniors, picking up on what the kids were being taught, and I'm now president. I've seen a lot of the lifeguards come through, from 7 and 8-year-olds to doing para-medicine and leading patrols. Seeing that is really satisfying. I don't know any other organisation where you can have 17, 18 and 19-year-olds doing work like this - doing major rescues, running patrols, recovering bodies, leading courses and influencing younger people.
My son was 15 when he carried out CPR on a fisherman. He was at the beach teaching a group of kids when a fishing boat turned over. The guy had stopped breathing, and Phil brought him back.