There’s something special about stepping into a holiday home—the feeling of leaving the everyday behind and slipping into a slower, simpler way of life. Whether it’s by the beach, tucked in the bush, or overlooking a lake, these places have a way of making you feel instantly at ease. Our recent stay in a classic Kiwi bach was no exception. The place we stayed in had that effect the moment we walked through the door. It wasn’t new, but it was full of character—one of those classic Kiwi baches that had been the setting of many family memories over the years.
The kids were the first to break the quiet, racing through the house like they had just stepped into their very own adventure. They ran through the lounge, checking out every room to decide where they'd be sleeping. It was one of those houses where you could feel the memories in every corner—the kind of place that had clearly been well-loved over the years. The woodwork had that warm, timeless charm, and the retro kitchen, though a little dated, was perfect for whipping up a quick meal or afternoon snacks. You could tell it had seen a lot of family dinners, games around the table, and probably a few spills here and there.
It wasn’t flawless—there were creaky floorboards, a couple of worn-out spots in the carpet, and the odd cupboard door that didn’t quite close right—but that only added to its charm. You didn’t have to worry about being too careful, and that was kind of freeing. A good, no-frills family bach, where everything had a purpose, but nothing felt too precious. The place was meant to be used, enjoyed, and lived in.
As we settled in, it didn’t take long to feel right at home. The house felt cozy, with its mismatched furniture and walls that had a bit of character. There were games and old books on the shelves, and a small fireplace set up, to be lit when ready. It was the kind of place where you could kick your shoes off, throw a blanket over your legs, and just enjoy being there.
Even though it wasn’t fancy, there was something about it that made everything feel just right. It was the kind of house where you didn’t need to do anything special to feel like you were on holiday—you just needed to be there, together, enjoying the space and the moments it created.
