Benbellen Farmstay New Farm and New Profession
Peter is a tall, calm man, speaking in a measured way, almost like a seasoned business executive, drawing on his experience and his years of study. He naturally commands respect. Even with my ten years of experience in the hospitality field, I can't help but see him as a true master, and my master's degree takes a hit.
First thing in the morning, we head out for a golf competition. First step on the green, first ball thrown (or rather, a clod of grassy turf). The match is particularly tight between the four "musketeers", and I take care of the photos and the buggy. The atmosphere is warm, between long-time friends. Peter plays and wins. I feel a bit like a coach at that moment. "You got it!" But the sun is beating down, and the cold beer is calling me. After nine holes and a four-kilometer walk, I head to the club bar for a "Guinness" with a view of the bowling green.
Peter, for his part, stays focused on his work. Methodical, a bit slow, but formidably effective. He mainly manages the breakfasts, desserts, as well as making jams. He talks to me about his profession and "flashing money" – two more years before he no longer has to make the endless commute to Sydney.
His Internet connection is temperamental. Peter, nevertheless, doesn't expect better. His office is spacious, with a breathtaking view of the entrance and the chicken coop. It's a peaceful place, ideal for writing and working.
The wood stove in the dining room will be enough for supplemental heating this winter. "The temperature never drops below freezing," he tells me. Perhaps a piano would find its place next to the English-style sofa, but I realize that ever since I've had mine in my dining room, I always tend to look for one in other people's homes. A beautiful object, in addition to bringing a special atmosphere through improvisation.
And then, there are these two nymphs, looking at me like the Mona Lisa. They are at my eye level and seem to come from another world, far from this Australian adventure, so isolated from everything.
Open for two years, Sherry and Peter have beautifully arranged their property, with a view of the ponds and pastures where llamas and cows graze. Geese and ducks roam as they please, giving the place the feel of Noah's Ark. The main house, built on stilts, is entirely made of wood. It boasts a stunning view of the ponds, the meadows, and the eucalyptus forest. Here, everything is green, life is beautiful at Benbellen!
Kaiser, the old house dog, is looking for his place. Sometimes inside, sometimes outside, he barks twice when each visitor arrives, then goes to lie down. Caroline, meanwhile, is afraid of dogs... and it's at her feet that Kaiser chooses to settle.
Sherry doesn't believe in God. According to her, we are just passing through here, and we shouldn't attach too much importance to it. She tells me this while driving her massive Toyota towards a hill overlooking the sea at South Brother. Sherry's energy is such that I have a little trouble keeping up with her. Fortunately, Caroline, who is calmer, adapts quickly, and I can breathe deeply, hoping it will help me endure the sharp turns.
Back at "Benbellen", a couple from San Francisco arrives. Sherry is in the shower, so Caroline welcomes them. We quickly establish a great connection. Donna, about 55 years old and of Japanese descent, is already setting the table. Stephen, a jeweler by trade, has found the books in the library and settled into this little reading nook, instantly diving into a unique world.
Tonight, Sherry and Peter are our guests. On their advice, we go to a Thai restaurant near the sea. The waitresses are not only charming but also efficient. The meal is delicious and the wine, recommended by the waiter, is perfect. I am won over by Australia. I will come back!
Benbellen Farmstay in Hannam Vale, New South Wales, Australia - Map 
