We will definitely remember this place. A few kms light gravelling through a lush valley off the highway into the wop-wops, where the internet stops and the mobile signal desists. A digital detox delight is then delivered.
The cottage is well stocked, like a home from home and as comfy too.
We settled in fast with a warm welcome from our hosts and touches like the milk in the fridge as cows used to make.
The 8 year old cooky collie looky-likey “Mad” Max railed and rallied at the swallows while Rick gathered evening hay for the herd of heeland coos.
A short battle with the stove burner won, we wondered what to do next in this haven of a digital desert. No staring at the phones or tv tonight. Conversation with the missus. Priceless. Scrabble. And a sausage, beans and mash dinner.
One photo of a coo was captured (we were invited into the paddock) that could grace a month of the calendar of the same mop fringed breed hanging in the kitchen. And plans to rise earlyish the next day to capture their somnolence again.
A fly buzzed lazily overhead while the timbers crackled at the internal heat of the word burning stove. Another glass of Merlot and then bed perhaps.
Peace that folds, flows and fills the farm with silence. Shadows shimmer and settle on distant hills, still the heart and start the wonder.
A deep sleep in beds comfy and air so clean you can brush your teeth with it. And dark at night - so dark you can open and close your eyes on bed and not tell the difference.
If you want a special experience away from the madding crowd, this is a place to come. It’s worth it.
Thank you, Lindy and Rick, for helping give us such a memorable stay.