Tree House Life is the Life for Me

This weekend was absolute heaven on Earth. Tom and I packed our bags and drove to Greyton for the weekend to stay at Anna’s famous tree house. Lorzi recommended it to me, so I had high hopes, but when we arrived it took my breath away.

imageResting on stilts amidst tall trees, some of the branches of which are incorporated into the design of the house, the tree house is restful and quaint, with beautiful furnishings reminiscent of a bygone era. A grand four poster occupies a portion of the room, while a rustic gas stove and tiny kitchen hold court in another tucked-away corner. But the immediate star of the show is the bath. Positioned next to wall-to-wall glass windows gazing out onto twisting vines, the glorious claw-footed Victorian bath immerses one in scenes straight out of the Jungle Book, but from a safe and serene vantage point (sans Tiger). I bathed three times in a space of a few hours; with foam bath, Champagne, local Von Geusau chocolates, and my book to boot, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. imageimageOn the Friday night, we had supper at Abbey Rose, which is a pretty, arty spot, with bright red walls adorned with plenty of paintings. It has a homely, welcoming feel and the food is delicious – Tom had the pork belly, and I had the stuffed chicken breasts; both were beautifully cooked and tasty.

Saturday saw us up early and at the local market, which is right by Anna’s Country Accommodation, with numerous stalls dedicated to arts, crafts and, of course, food. We made a beeline for the coffee (served sweetly in mugs rather than paper cups), and then headed to the pancake line for lemon curd pancakes with a sprinkling of cinnamon (too good). I hit the second-hand books and found a few gems, and we finished off our mini purchasing spree with little chicken pies and a samoosa.

A short stint of book-reading later, and we were ready to go for a hike. Our mission was to find the local waterfall, but we ended up taking a bit of a detour over low-rising hills and through the Fynbos. imageimageimageOur adventure led us along the river, through a shaded fairy grove lined with mossy trees and lichen, which tinkled with the sound of the stream. We tiptoed over stepping stones and ducked through dimply-lit caves, until we reached a hidden waterfall, secreted by a steep rock face and a deep burnt umber coloured pool. We couldn’t see the waterfall, but we heard it rumbling gently in the near distance. Neither of us was prepared to brave the cold water to swim through the cavern, so we turned around and headed back to the town, through tall groves of Proteas, speckled with afternoon sun. imageimageimageWe wandered through town, and popped into Von Geusau for a brief but scrumptious chocolate tasting. I bought a cappuccino milk chocolate and dark salted caramel chocolate bar (which disappeared about 30 minutes later), and then we strolled back to our beloved tree house to read, eat chocolate and relax. Later, we went to The Posthouse for dinner, which is an elegant spot, where the food is immaculately presented and old movies are projected on the wall. Under the watchful gaze of Charlie Chaplin, Tom ate another pork belly dish, while I opted for the butternut risotto, which was utterly sublime. imageimageimageI was more than a little bit sad when Sunday morning arrived and we had to leave, but at least we had a dinner in Stellenbosch with friends to look forward to that evening. If you’re looking for the most romantic accommodation in the Western Cape, Anna’s Tree House is it. Remember to book well in advance though – it’s usually full over weekends.


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