Henry’s on Balfour: A Terrace Steeped in Charm

 

Stepping through the little picket fence, Henry’s on Balfour greeted us with a lush cottage garden bursting with blooms. A quaint pathway led to its timeworn wooden door, weathered by years gone by. Inside, a surprise grazing box waited, filled with local treats—a generous and thoughtful touch that set a welcoming tone for our stay.

The charm of this Victorian terrace unfolded as soon as we stepped inside. High ceilings stretched above, with sunlight streaming through large windows, casting playful patterns of light and shadow across the oak floorboards. It was pure magic.

 
 

In the heart of the home, the barn-style living area offered a peaceful retreat. Surrounded by windows, the space framed stunning views of swaying bamboo and a blossoming lemon tree outside. We spent slow mornings here, sipping coffee and discussing what Launceston had in store for us that day.

A cosy study nook near the garden-facing windows provided moments of quiet reflection. From here, the lush greenery outside seemed almost close enough to touch. Afternoon light streamed in, creating a serene spot to work, write, or simply take in the view.

 
 

Upstairs, the king bedroom became our nightly haven, draped in calming tones and soft linens. As evening set in, we would light candles, their soft glow flickering against the walls. The ritual of closing the shutters and settling into bed felt like a tender end to each day.

Other pockets of the home revealed themselves like hidden gems. One bathroom featured a deep, freestanding bath. In the second living room, painted in a calming blue, we found yet another serene spot, beautifully furnished with yet another comfy sofa.

 
 

It was the little details that brought this home to life—the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves of the lemon tree, the gentle sway of tall bamboo in the breeze, and the fresh flowers I picked from the garden and arranged in a vase.

Though Launceston’s sights filled our days with adventure, the true delight was always returning to the warm embrace of Henry’s.

 
Pauline Morrissey

Pauline is a freelance writer and columnist based in Sydney, Australia.

https://www.paulinemorrissey.com
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