My eyes are met by the allure of a turquoise ocean; skin warmed by the Northern Territory sun. Beside me, a white stretch of soft sand reaches red sandstone escarpments, reflecting vivid pools of colour. Overhead, magpie geese fly in formation, unperturbed by our chatter below. Chilled beads of water slide down the side of my Green Ant gin and tonic.
It’s a tranquil setting, but all is not what it seems.
“Please don’t go walking down to the beach alone,” advises the manager at Seven Spirit Bay wilderness lodge. “It’s home to a 3.5-metre crocodile. And crocs are extremely clever – skilful hunters. We’d prefer to see
