I don’t know where to start.
The smell of freshly baked bread from the bread machine (which we ended up using daily) greeted us as we stepped through the door.
Every morning the children woke up without an alarm to check on the chicken coop for fresh eggs. For three days they entertained themselves within the vast open space – mini-golf, bicycles, hitting tennis balls against the wall.
Ballan and Meredith were a 20-minute drive away and we bought wine and hand-made pasta from the farmers market.
If you enjoy cooking, the kitchen and pantry were godsends – we baked cake, focaccia, and chucked a tomahawk on the outdoor BBQ. We harvested giant zucchinis, cabbage, lettuce, and herbs from the garden, this is the real farm-to-table experience. And yes, the yabbies are real, they exist. The children enjoyed the beautiful walks, being meters away from all the sheep. We were greeted by a blanket of fog during our last morning. The light piercing painted a real-life Monet. This was without a doubt, a memorable experience for everyone.
We left some clothes in the washer, and the host was kind enough to mail them back to us.
It’s hard to fully describe the strong sense of history, belonging, comfort and care during our stay, as if we were in a museum, preserved by time.
It was a page from a Peter and Jane storybook.
The house is definitely well-loved.
We would very much like to return in the future.
I seldom write reviews, but when I do it’s when the hosts returned my underwear free of charge, and my wife threatens me to.
As we physically (and me, mentally) prepare for an upcoming camping trip, I remember the good times we had at the farm stay during March. When we did not have to worry about shelter, clean water, food and electricity.
Substack is terrible at image-sharing, I gave up after hitting ‘upload’ the fifth time. (Shut up Harvard, it’s designed for writers.)
So please click here to see more images from our amazing trip and the link to book this farmhouse, but I honestly do not want it to be any more popular than it already is.
Maybe you can bring me along?