Among the Trees, A Place to Belong
At the edge of the bush, where the foothills of Mount Wellington rise and the air carries the quiet hush of trees, there sits a home that feels as though it has always belonged.
Mornings arrive softly here. Light spills through wide windows and settles across timber floors, while the living spaces open wide and easy, inviting both stillness and gathering. The heart of the home—a striking kitchen of black and gold—looks out to the garden, where the seasons shift gently beyond the glass like a living painting.
When the doors are folded back, the boundary between inside and out disappears. The deck becomes part of daily life—long lunches, evening conversations, and the simple pleasure of fresh air drifting through.
The master suite offers its own quiet retreat, with a private deck where the day can begin slowly, coffee in hand, surrounded by birdsong and breeze. Elsewhere, there is room enough for family, for guests, or for a study that adapts as life does.
In the cooler months, the wood fire glows at the centre of it all, casting warmth and a sense of comfort that feels almost nostalgic. Outside, sandstone paths lead to a firepit beneath open skies—made for stories, laughter, and nights that linger.
Set on a large block of gently kept bushland, fully fenced yet open to the beauty beyond, this is a place where wallabies pass quietly and time seems to slow.
And yet, just beyond this sense of retreat, the conveniences of Kingston lie only minutes away, with Hobart an easy drive beyond—close enough, but never too close.
This is more than a home. It is a place to arrive, to exhale, and to stay a while.