Most rentals are a tarted-up house on a postage stamp block. This is real Gippsland country. Room to run, real dirt under their boots, and a dad who finally gets to breathe.
Have a yarn with Chase. He'll come back to you personally within the day.
This isn't a holiday house on a small block with a view of the next holiday house. It's a working slice of Gippsland. Paddocks that go on, a dam that holds the morning fog, and the kind of quiet that takes a city family a full day to even notice. By Saturday afternoon the phones are flat and nobody's looking for the charger.
Cockatoos in the gums at first light. Kangaroos on the flat at dusk. Boots that get genuinely muddy. A dam to skim stones across. Long grass to wade through. It's the childhood Sydney dads remember having and quietly worry their own kids are missing. For a weekend, they get it back.
The house sits where the land wanted a house to sit. Verandah facing the western light. Fire pit down near the dam. Nothing showy, nothing plastic, nothing that feels like a developer's idea of country. Just honest Gippsland with the lines softened by time. The sort of place you don't want to leave on Sunday.
Most country rentals try to import the city. We did the opposite. The whole property is set up to slow a family down and let the bush do the work.
You arrive, the gate shuts behind you, and the city drops off your shoulders. No traffic, no neighbours, no Wi-Fi pinging. Just paddock, dam, and sky.
Boots on, off they go. Yabby net at the dam, sticks for the fire, hill to roll down. No structured activities, no screens to negotiate. They sort themselves out.
By Sunday lunch the family's brown, tired, properly hungry, and quiet in a good way. The kids ask when you're coming back before you've even packed the car.
It's Gippsland, so you fly into Melbourne and drive east. Most families turn it into a long weekend, fly in Friday morning, drive a couple of hours, and you're at the gate by lunch. The drive itself is part of the wind-down.
Properly private. You won't see another house from the verandah. No shared driveway, no farmer wandering through. Once you're through the gate, the property is yours for the stay. That's the whole point of being out here.
Whatever kids did before screens. There's the dam, the paddocks, a fire pit, room for a footy or a cricket set. We can point you to local horse rides, fishing spots and bush walks. Most families find the kids invent their own fun by day two.
The house is set up for it. Proper fireplace, comfortable lounge, board games, good kitchen. A wet Gippsland afternoon by the fire is half the appeal. The kids stay just as happy and the adults finally get to read a book without interruption.
I'm a Gippsland local. I shape land for a living, dams, paddocks, the lot. This property is one I've put years into getting right. The contours, the dam, the way the house sits, all of it was done with the family weekend in mind.
I built it because I kept hearing the same thing from blokes I worked with up in Sydney. Good income, good house, but the kids barely went outside and a weekend away meant another crowded coastal town. I wanted to offer the opposite.
When you book, you're dealing with me directly. I'll make sure the place is set up before you arrive, point you to the good local spots, and stay out of your hair for the rest of the weekend.
Book A StayYou're trusting a stranger with your family's weekend. Fair enough. If anything about the property doesn't match what's on this page when you arrive, you tell Chase and he sorts it on the spot. No arguing, no fine print.
Fixed nightly rate, nothing hidden, no pressure. If it's not the right fit for your family, he'll tell you straight.