The Pearl Tasmania: A Seaside Sanctuary for Family & Friends
Beyond a gate and down a short gravel road, The Pearl Tasmania gleamed under the sun, enveloped by lush gardens decorated with white lilies. The beautifully tiled, shaded entryway offered the perfect spot to kick off shoes and surrender to the barefoot luxury that awaited inside.
Stepping through the door, The Pearl instantly captured the essence of a classic beach house while exuding the comfort of a modern retreat. The vast living room—with its towering ceilings and walls of glass framing the outdoors—made a grand impression. The first order of business was setting up the fireplace, adding a welcoming warmth to our arrival. We unpacked groceries and set up the kitchen, ready to cook up feasts to share with loved ones.
Each morning, Kieran and I were the first to rise, savouring quiet moments in the central living room. Then, one by one, everyone would emerge from their private pockets of the house, excited to greet the day.
At any given moment, the house was full of activity. Our friends, Claire and Harry, with their little ones, cosied up on the linen sofa, while my sister Jasmine and her partner Rhys whipped up breakfast in the kitchen. Kieran kept the fire going, while I set the large dining table.
The Pearl fostered moments of togetherness—around the dining table, on the wraparound deck, or by the fire pit on the lush lawn—but it also offered spaces to hide away. Upstairs, the parents' retreat was a haven for Claire and Harry's family, complete with its own living area and playroom. Downstairs, three bedrooms and two bathrooms provided private spaces to recharge.
Each day involved local adventures on the Tasman Peninsula, but we always found ourselves hurrying back to this home’s warm embrace.
Out back, glass doors opened onto a shaded deck with a daybed, spilling onto a lush lawn where daisies surrounded the fire pit. Best of all, a private gate led to a short path directly to the beach. Although it was too chilly to swim during our early spring visit, we cherished our morning strolls to the beach. One of the most meaningful moments was walking with my sister to the water, tossing flowers into the ocean to honour our dad's passing anniversary.
As we soaked up every cosy corner, conversations drifted to plans for a summer stay—swimming, paddle-boarding, and rinsing off under the outdoor shower. Although we treasured every moment, it feels like there's still a lot of magic to discover.
