Benbellen Farmstay: A New Farm and a New Job
Peter is a tall, remarkably calm man who speaks with a measured composure, much like a seasoned business executive strengthened by years of study and professional experience. He naturally commands respect. Even with my ten years of experience in the hospitality industry, I can't help but see him as a true master of his craft, making my humble high school diploma feel somewhat less significant in comparison.
Early the next morning, we set off for a local golf tournament. Taking those first steps onto the green, the first swing—or rather, the first chunk of turf flying wildly through the air—sets the tone. The match is particularly tight among the four "musketeers," while I gladly take on the role of designated photographer and buggy driver. The atmosphere is incredibly warm, like a gathering of lifelong friends. Peter plays exceptionally well and eventually secures the victory. I feel a bit like a proud coach in that moment, silently cheering him on. But the Australian sun beats down heavily, and the thought of a cold beer becomes irresistible. After nine holes and four kilometers of walking, I retreat to the clubhouse bar for a refreshing Guinness, enjoying an unobstructed view over the bowling green.
Meanwhile, Peter remains entirely dedicated to his daily routine back at the farm. Methodical and perhaps a bit slow-paced, he is nevertheless remarkably effective. He primarily manages the hearty breakfasts, the delicate desserts, and the meticulous, rewarding task of jam-making. He often talks to me about his former career and the financial stability it brought—just two more years before he can finally escape the exhausting, long commute to Sydney for good.
Out here in the countryside, the internet connection constantly struggles to keep up over the old phone lines. Peter, however, expects nothing better; it's simply part of rural life. His spacious office offers an incredible view of the property's entrance and the lively chicken coop. It is a wonderfully peaceful sanctuary, absolutely ideal for reading, writing, and quiet contemplation.
The large wood stove anchoring the dining room provides more than enough heat during the mild winter months. "It never drops below zero here," he reassures me. I easily picture a grand piano fitting perfectly near their elegant English-style sofa. I must admit that ever since I placed one in my own dining room back in France, I subconsciously look for the perfect spot for one in everyone else's home. A beautiful instrument like that always infuses a room with a special, creative atmosphere, practically inviting evening improvisations.
And then there are the two painted nymphs, gazing at me with a look highly reminiscent of the Mona Lisa. Positioned perfectly at eye level, they seem to hail from an entirely different world, far removed from this wild Australian adventure that is so delightfully isolated from everything else.
Having opened just two years ago, Sherry and Peter have beautifully developed their sprawling property, offering guests sweeping views of natural ponds and lush, vibrant pastures where gentle llamas and cows graze peacefully. Geese and ducks roam freely across the grass, lending the place the charming, lively vibe of a Noah’s Ark. The main house, standing sturdily on wooden stilts, is constructed entirely from local timber. From its high, breezy balconies, one can enjoy breathtaking views of the meadows fading into the dense eucalyptus forest. Everything is vibrantly green here, and life is simply beautiful at Benbellen!
Kaiser, the old, loyal family dog, constantly tries to figure out exactly where he belongs. Sometimes lounging inside, sometimes sleeping outside, he reliably barks twice at every visitor’s arrival before immediately lying back down in the shade. My travel companion, Caroline, is actually quite afraid of dogs... and naturally, it is right at her feet that Kaiser chooses to peacefully settle.
Sherry holds a very pragmatic view of life; she doesn't believe in God. According to her philosophy, we are all merely passing through this world and shouldn’t attach too much self-importance to our brief existence. She shares this perspective while skillfully navigating her massive Toyota up a steep, winding mountain road overlooking the vast ocean at South Brother. Sherry’s energy is so intense and boundless that I genuinely struggle to keep up with her pace. Fortunately, Caroline is much calmer and adapts quickly, allowing me to occasionally catch my breath and quietly endure the sharp mountain turns.
Back at "Benbellen," a lovely couple from San Francisco arrives. Since Sherry is busy, Caroline steps in to warmly greet them. We quickly strike up a great connection. Donna, an elegant woman of Japanese descent, immediately pitches in to help set the table. Stephen, a jeweler by trade, discovers a few fascinating books in the library and settles into a cozy little reading nook—a quiet corner that instantly immerses anyone who sits there into their own private universe.
For our final evening, we decided to treat Sherry and Peter to dinner. Following their excellent local recommendation, we dine at a fantastic Thai restaurant right by the sea. The waitresses are not only charming but incredibly efficient. The meal is perfectly spiced and absolutely delicious, and the wine, expertly suggested by our server, is flawless. I am completely, utterly won over by Australia. I know without a doubt that I will return!
Map of Benbellen Farmstay in Hannam Vale, New South Wales, Australia
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