Wild Rest: Golden Moments in a Tiny Home
The golden wattles, our steadfast companions along Tasmania’s winding roads, greeted us once more as we arrived at Wild Rest, a tiny home blending beautifully into the landscape. Here, the wattles were our only neighbours, wrapping the gentle hillside of Golden Valley in a warm, familiar embrace.
With its galvanised steel exterior, glass panes, and timber accents, Wild Rest felt as if it had always belonged at the foot of Quamby Bluff, embraced by the UNESCO World Heritage forest. The swaying golden wattles reflected off the glass panes, adding to the home’s natural charm.
Our stay felt like an invitation to unwind and disconnect. And so, we cleared our schedule, letting go of any plans, and decided to simply stay put. There was no rush to leave this peaceful cocoon.
Mornings were slow and unhurried, spent in the cosy bed with large windows framing the valley below. Meals were cooked in the outdoor BBQ area and savoured at the kitchen’s clever fold-out dining table.
The oversized deck became our retreat, with its breathtaking views and peaceful stillness. We embraced our own wellness ritual—soaking in the outdoor bath followed by steamy sauna sessions.
With nothing on our agenda but to pause and breathe, we settled into the deck’s armchairs, sipping local wine as the day unfolded. The puff of the sauna chimney merged with the forest mist with the occasional rustle of wildlife below.
Just steps away from the tiny home, the separate Creator’s Cabin felt like a retreat within a retreat. Its large window invited nature in, while the writing desk and shelves filled with books and curiosities encouraged quiet reflection, writing, or simply letting thoughts wander.
I took a moment to write a letter to our host, Meeray, in the guestbook. We had shared stories about her journey to this peaceful corner of Tasmania, how Wild Rest came to life, and our own travels. After all, it’s the kind of place that fosters meaningful conversations—a space to pause, contemplate, and dream about where the wind might take you next.
