In a rather lovely part of the world, where the hills tumbled to the sea, there was a most splendid piece of land, waiting ever so patiently for someone to love it properly. A hundred acres (and a bit more, but who’s counting, really?), covered in whispering grass, warm breezes, and trees that liked to murmur amongst themselves. From just the right spot, hands in pockets, dreams in mind, one might see the Mokihinui River, wriggling toward the sea, full of fish that splashed about as if they had urgent places to be. And beyond that, the Tasman Sea stretched on and on, with waves rolling in like a grand old storyteller pausing between tales. Not too far away, Mokihinui and Seddonville nestled amongst the trees, their roads winding between home and adventure. And in one corner of this land, a proper patch of native bush stood tall and wise, the sort of place where one might find Owl’s house, full of important books, or Piglet’s house, tucked safely among the roots of a friendly old tree. It was a place of possibilities. A place for a clever sort of person to build a snug home with a warm fire, or a very resourceful sort to plant gardens and keep bees. Or perhaps an adventurous sort might set off toward Kahurangi National Park, where wild paths led to thrilling places. Oh, the adventures to be had! Pooh might potter about in search of a smackerel of something, Rabbit would be very busy indeed, and Christopher Robin might wander through on one of his many adventures. Kanga and Roo would bounce about happily, and in a quiet corner, Eeyore’s house would stand (for the moment, at least). And somewhere, as always, Tigger would be bouncing, because that is what Tiggers do best. The beaches stretched out, waiting for footprints and sandcastles, and the Gentle Annie seaside holiday park sat just the right distance away, for an ice cream on a warm summer’s day, but not too close to disturb the peace. And if that weren’t enough (though it surely was), the land was well-fenced, which everyone knows is a very good thing indeed. It meant sheep and cows and even the occasional particularly determined goat, could stay exactly where they should be. But most of all, this was a place of peace and quiet, where one could breathe deeply and know, in the quietest and most wonderful way, that one had finally found home.
*41.04 Ha (1/3 Grazing & 2/3 Native Bush)
*North Facing: Full Sun All Day
*Stunning View of Forested Mountains
*Several Creeks/Springs
*Millable Kahikatea
*Multiple Building Sites
*Good Gravel Deposit
*Easy Access from State HWY 67
*Near Beach/River/National Park