Beau Miles. Award winning filmmaker, poly-jobist, speaker, writer, odd.

On a recent crossing of Bass Strait in a sea kayak, Beau Miles was voted 5th worst dressed in a party of 5. Being offbeat and NQR speaks volumes about how Beau goes about life and represents himself to the world, believing wholeheartedly that we’re all weird. His offbeat stories of adventure exemplify a curious view of the human condition.

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See Beau’s latest films on YouTube.

Films and Documentaries

Beau’s adventures and quirky projects.

Run the Line

24 MINUTES
Overgrown, farmed, pushed out, sold off and only half there, Beau Miles aims to re-run the old Warragul-Noojee Railway line, which snaked for 42km through the foothills of Mt.Baw Baw, and ran from 1892-1954.

Junk Projects

2 EPISODES
I hate waste. This series is about making something out of nothing; canoe paddle from junk wood, new office from old office, and a resplendent chariot made from side-of-the road gems.

A Mile an Hour

17 MINUTES
A different kind of marathon; running one lap an hour for 24hrs around my perfectly mile long block. The rest of the time I do as much as possible; making things, odd jobs, fixing stuff. It's about running, doing, and thinking- the potentials of single day.

Bass by Kayak

6 EPISODES
A small expedition party crossing from the Australian mainland to Tasmania in sea kayaks. There is chafe, a storm, bad cooking and an emerging mate-ship between men that barely know each other.

Backdating my life on Instagram.

Journal

Beau’s musings, articles, projects, updates and Q&A’s.

Commute loot!

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Pop quiz. How many giant rolls of housing insulation can you fit into a two-door hatchback? One. Pretty crappy quiz I know, but a fun start to the day. I found this giant roll of goodness on the side of the highway. Smack bang in the middle of 6 lanes.…

As good as great fish and a dam busting leak…

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I remember eating something new a few years ago. Maybe a Russian dish, but probably not. My step mum cooked it, scratch that- created it for Christmas. New flavours rolled around in my head as a truly new experience. Overwhelming really. As if, when you finally wee after torturing yourself…

What I write on my entry card when coming home

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I recently answered some questions to a phoney online blogger. The questions were slippery, and I stupidly wasted too much time. But I suppose, like any good load of bollocks, they got me thinking. At the heart of this was the leading question; Beau, why are you an adventurer? First…

Running with scissors, or kids

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I find myself running with two 10 year olds. Twins. One has laces flopping about, untied, the other has no socks. They don't like shoes, shirts, hats, jocks, sunnies or sunscreen. Shorts, to be decent, are fair enough. 'Less moving parts' is their moto, as if it were written on…

My love of orange things

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I’m writing a book so penning this blog is a strategic distraction. I’ve also become a dad 23.2 days ago (May, Baby May!!), so I’m doing this between farting and burping a newborn, which is more fun that I thought. An infant at arms-reach makes you think in football sized…

A product of the 70’s

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Like most Aussies I’m a fringe dweller. I live an hour from the coast. On a clear day from the top of my paddock I can see Western Port. But I’m no salty. My surfer mates, station-wagon dudes with skunking wetsuits in the backseat, possess an acute relationship with the…