The yellow brick road that meanders through to the rear of this property takes you to a most unusual abode. Hidden amongst the secret garden and lush bush, is a tree house, kinda perched above a chook shed.
For suburbia, it is unique, different, and a little quirky, but it works and we liked it. Waking to the sounds each morning, of contented fowls having just laid fresh eggs, really is something to behold.!!
Being a tree house, the final steps on to the landing are steep and are not for the aged or in-firm and require care when negotiating.
Once your feet are planted on terra- firma, you realise your accommodation is a far cry from the days of Robinson Crusoe or the Swiss Family Robinson, creature comforts abound, air-conditioning, micro-wave, a full sized oven, comfy bed and en-suite.
Tea, coffee and cooking utensils are also available.
On arrival we were greeted by our un-official host, "Elvis" or should I say "Fat Elvis", (his proper name) clearly past fitting into that svelte jump suit, our feline friend beamed a welcoming smile, and stretch showing that ample latter Elvis girth!!. Give him a pat and that "Hunka, Hunka, Love", will become your new best friend.!!
Thanks for having us Lisa, and sharing your special piece of suburbia.