House of the Weedy Seadragon: A Shack and Sauna by the Sea
Arriving at the House of the Weedy Seadragon felt like stepping into a love letter written to the sea. Perched on the sand dunes of Eaglehawk Neck on the Tasman Peninsula, sharing this weathered timber shack with my sister Jasmine and her new fiance, Rhys, made our stay all the more meaningful.
Every corner brimmed with seaside stories. The living room, bathed in sunlight through cedar-framed windows, was where we gathered for relaxed catch-ups by the fireplace that often stretched late into the night. Seashells and oil paintings of the ocean adorned the space, echoing the untamed beauty outside.
The kitchen and dining area quickly became another hub, where meals were shared and conversations lingered. During our stay, each of us discovered a new favourite piece of sea-inspired decor—from the prawn ornaments lining the garden-facing window, to the stained glass of a sailing boat in the bathroom, and the coffee table displaying a collection of shells, coral, and sea creatures.
Nothing in this beach house felt too precious; instead, every detail added to its authentic, nostalgic charm.
Outside, the blossoming garden felt wild and free, more like a seaside meadow than a manicured lawn. Flowering bushes wrapped around the house while wooden steps led to a hidden sauna nestled above. We spent mornings steaming away with views of boats gently bobbing on the water and returned in the evenings under a sky full of stars.
Nearby, a fire pit surrounded by four armchairs, perfectly placed as if waiting just for us, overlooked the beach, providing a perfect spot for sunset chats.
When not exploring the many wonders of the Tasman Peninsula, our days at the House of the Weedy Seadragon were of heartfelt moments. Capturing sunrise photos of Jas and Rhys on the beach to celebrate their engagement, sharing stories around the fire pit as the sun dipped below the horizon, and indulging in Rhys’ tasty oyster Kilpatrick, shucked at the outdoor sink and savoured at the large outdoor table during a gloriously sunny Tasmanian spring day.
For four adults who grew up by the beach, we couldn’t feel more at home in a genuine beach house like this—a storytelling stay that spoke of the sea.
