I searched for a pathway to the falls—there wasn’t one. There were just a lot of boulders we’d have to climb over to get down to the pool. Josh turned to me with a grin on his face. “This is incredible,” and then he was off.

He turned to the left and jogged next to the railing, then skirted around where it ended, and started climbing down a giant boulder. I followed closely but decided to leave our towels at the top of the climb, so I could navigate it more easily.

Josh had the height advantage, being six-one to my five-six, and I realised that for one of the boulders he’d climbed down effortlessly, I was going to have to sit and scooch down on my bum, which I did, my phone in my hand. The manoeuvre left the back of my Lara Croft shorts covered in dirt, which I was going to have to live with for the next two days, as they were the only bottoms I’d brought. Bugger.

I met up with Josh at the bottom next to the rockpool. “Let’s go in,” he said, his eyes alight, and I grinned my agreement. Swimming under a waterfall was absolutely a bucket-list item. He slipped off his shoes and shirt—he was wearing his swimsuit as shorts—and I took off my tank top, shoes and socks, and soiled shorts.

He took the first steps towards the rockpool.

“Josh!” He stopped short and looked at me with a quizzical expression.

“Your phone. It’s in your pocket.”

“Oh, god, thank you.” He took it out and put it in a shoe. “It’s water-resistant, but not for full immersion—that would have sucked.” I put mine in my shorts pocket. “Oh shit, and this.” He held up the fob for the car—now, that would have sucked. With the fob and the phone tucked safely away, he took a step into the water.

“God, it’s cold.” He stood still, not venturing any further. He started laughing, which made me laugh, and I approached the water’s edge, thinking it couldn’t possibly be that bad. I dipped a toe in.

It was that bad. “Oh, my god,” I said, jumping back onto dry land. I looked down at Josh’s feet. “Are you getting used to it?”

“Nope.” He looked towards the waterfalls.

“What do you want to do? Skip it?”

He looked back at me, a funny grimace on his face. “I kinda want to brave it.”

I laughed. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna do it.” And before I could say anything else, he charged into the rockpool. When he was waist-deep, he lunged forward and swam towards the falls. “Oh, my god,” he said, treading water. “Quick! Take a picture!” he called, his teeth starting to chatter. I rushed back to get my phone. “Please hurry!”

“On it!” I retrieved my phone, then took a series of shots in quick succession. “Okay!” I called. Josh wasted no time and swam quickly towards me, style and form abandoned. When he could put his feet down, he climbed out of the rockpool, obviously being careful not to slip.