Little Falu: Stargazing and Serenity in a Tiny House
Something about arriving at Little Falu at sunset was extra magical. Its ‘falu red’ facade glowed warmly against the backdrop of gum trees, creating a stunning scene that was both distinctly Australian and playfully Swedish.
The air was crisp, and as we walked down the gravel path and took in the landscape, the little red house stood quietly, waiting to share its charms.
Inside, a daybed by the picture window overlooked the bush, where soft shadows danced on crisp white walls. The central fireplace hinted at cosy nights ahead.
With no grand plans, our days here were blissfully free. The only outing that tempted us was the nearby Floating Sauna Lake Derby—a wooden sauna, floating serenely on the lake. The sauna felt like Little Falu’s kindred spirit. Both are small in stature yet grand in experience, with nature firmly in their hearts.
Mostly, we embraced the stillness of this place, soaking in every unhurried moment. I wrote, worked a little, and relished being present. Kieran took delight in tending to the fire, gathering kindling and stoking the flames, his quiet contentment mirroring my own.
The loft bed under the A-frame roof was like its own secret hideaway. With a skylight overhead, stargazing turned into our nightly ritual, the stars twinkling above. Each morning, the gentle rustle of leaves and the kookaburra’s call greeted us, the circular window framed by floral wallpaper once again framing the bush beyond.
Below, the kitchen and bathroom, with their soft green eucalyptus cabinets, charmed me with a blend of modern and rustic touches—pleated light pendants, framed artwork, and handcrafted cups for morning tea. The space was small but thoughtfully curated, offering everything needed and nothing more—serene, simple, and rich in character.
The timber deck facing west became our go-to spot for sunsets. We’d sit together, watching as the sun dipped behind the trees, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink. Each sunset felt like a private show, a quiet performance shared between us and the wilderness.
In the end, the true magic of Little Falu was in the moments that unfolded without effort—the glow of the fireplace, the sunsets, the slow pace of days unplanned. We left feeling content, knowing this tiny house tucked among the Tasmanian bush would be a treasured memory.
