It may look like she has always been here, but let me tell you a story…

It may look like she has always been here nestled amongst the trees. But let me tell you a story. We brought her here from Toowoomba, on the back of a truck, in 2021.

Before she arrived, before she was The Nesting Post, we spent hours pegging out where she would settle each post driven in to mark a corner of her diminutive footprint.

For days on end we went out in the early morning to check where the sun would kiss her at sunrise and how it would cast its glow across her northern side as it rose to brighten the morning sly. And then in the late afternoon we’d be back again, adjusting the pegs to best catch that great glowing ball as it sunk slowly in the west, casting its last golden light across the paddocks in front.

When our working week ended, we’d sit in the paddock under the night sky, imagining we were sitting in the alfresco area a fire pit beside us and the Milky Way mesmerising us from above, sparkling with intensity, letting the constellations tell their stories.

We’d move those pegs a little bit this way and a little more that way to be sure the views were perfect, the sun would dance through the antique glass window and the synergy between the house the cottage felt right.

Now that she’s here I think our fussing has paid off. It’s as if she was built here, way back in 1929, overseeing the paddocks, witness to the sun and moon and stars, a safe place of rest and serenity.