Listen, don’t tell anyone, but this place has captured my heart and soul and I feel like I’m betraying its charm by exposing it to the world with a truthful and glowing review.
So.....it was terrible. The spectacular view was constantly distracting me away from work, with its trees, river and ocean littering my horizon.
The birds wouldn’t stop singing soulfully and the blue wrens actively feeding and being all beautiful were a daily interjection that forced us into a sense of peace. The endangered black cockatoos were even worse, not even having the courtesy to respect our unadulterated view of the Blackwood river and southern ocean. Sitting on the trees in front like they owned the place. All endangered and beautiful like.
Then there was the free wood and the fireplace to reconnect with your inner Neanderthal and make fire. Making your own heat and creating fire...I had to do everything around here. If it wasn’t fire, then it was pressing a button to turn heating on. The humanity. The mesmerising flames even turned me into someone I wasn’t, chilling out, being mindful; I completely alienated the innocent bystanding TV despite it’s best efforts to be there for me with its big screen, Netflix and all manner of viewing delights. I don’t usually ignore amenity like that...I don’t even know who I am anymore.
Oh, and the design and placement of the windows in the dining area. Whoever designed this place clearly doesn’t align to the wonder of perth buildings that put concrete instead of windows on the facade facing the best view on the property.
No, the windows face east and slap me in the face with an orange glow every single dawn. Then the ocean views start spraining my eyes. If it wasn’t enough to see tens of kms view...the orange glow just rubs it in my face.
What’s more, there were no panes or curtains on the Windows so I was forced to constantly connect with nature and peer out over the inescapable vista. I even forgot the windows where there..forcing me to constantly feel like I was outside and connected with nature. This prevented me from ever wanting to go anywhere.
I was already there. I didn’t have to drive to nature. Normally I can’t wait to leave the musky cigarette smoke smell of regular accomodation. This Place gripped me in a strange sense of contentedness. I had to make an effort and forced myself to ignore the ambience to get to nearby awesome beaches. Again with the changing me.
Just when I adjusted to this life in the karri, I had to go home and be content with air con instead of fire, citrus on the balcony instead of karri, garden variety birds instead of blue wren, cars beeping instead of cockatoos squawking. City instead of forest.
I’m ruined now and it’s all your fault Leeuwin Chalets ;). I never authorised any mindfulness and overwhelming desire to move to a hill overlooking Augusta ;)...
Thanks Anjelika/Leeuwin Ridge Chalets.
Don’t suppose you want to sell me a chalet haha?