The Butcher's House! | Full Airbnb Tour | Bothwell Tasmania

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The Butchers House.
A truly unique and historic property available on Airbnb, The Butcher's House is largely as it was almost 2 centuries ago. Just an hours drive from Hobart in the highlands of Tasmania, this unique experience allows you to step back in time, develop a connection to place, slow down and see what life was like in this part of Tasmania, almost 200 years ago - only with a few more luxuries!
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Extract from bothwellbuthcershouse.com
It’s the dead of winter. A dusty shaft of early morning light shines through the crack where the timber shutters meet, it falls gently on your face; a delicate awakening. Your lover is gently stoking the last embers in the fireplace back to life.
Wrapped in an old tartan blanket you tiptoe into the kitchen, your breath visible in the fresh cold air. After preparing warm cups of tea you hurry back into bed where you spend another languorous half hour or so watching the fire dance in the hearth while the rest of the house warms.
Time to make some porridge to enjoy while sitting at the old kitchen table. You watch the rabbits eat whatever is left in the garden, their cute as a button tails bobbing as they hop from one juicy morsel to another.
After a day exploring you return to the Butcher’s House, stoke the fire until its roaring, pour a glass of local whisky and sink into the leather sofa in peaceful silence. Time now to draw a deep warm scented bath full of soothing salts, close the curtains and breath deeply. Sleep calls and the bedroom fire is crackling again. A gentle tendril of smoke hangs in the air as you drift off to sleep.