Over the edge of the wild there is a little house in the forest, a remnant from the days when life was slower and places were built by hand. A humble retreat and home to fireflies, honeyeaters and lyrebirds. Rainbow Creek flows past the house in seasons of rain, it’s many stones and ochres, vestiges of geological deep time.

The little house has been lovingly curated and restored for lovers and wanderers, a forest sanctuary wrapped in birdsong and verdant green.

Rainbow Creek is truly for slowing down. Stillness lives here in the stones. Slowness reigns in the majestic growth of trees, the slow trickle of water.

Life is as it should be here. To spend time at Rainbow Creek is to reset. To be in stillness and watch the flight of native bees, to drink the waters from the creek and stare into the flames under a million stars. To gift oneself with the memory of how life is to be lived, away from the pressures and frantic haste of modern life.

Come and find home again in the wild.