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 piercing light 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.
Mabes and Jan’s Farm House can be booked here.
