Hibernate in Style: Why The Treehouse is the Ultimate Winter Hideout
Listen, winter isn’t about pretending you love being outdoors when your nose is about to fall off. It’s about finding somewhere cosy, eating your body weight in cheese, and telling yourself that short walks to gather firewood totally count as exercise.
Welcome to The Treehouse in Merimbula — your official permission slip to hibernate like an absolute pro.
Cold Outside? Good. Stay In.
At The Treehouse, you can stop pretending you're an "outdoorsy" person (unless it’s a five-step walk to the BBQ with a wine in hand). Our beds are dressed in luxury linens so soft you’ll seriously consider cancelling your return trip. Sleep in, cocoon yourself like a stylish burrito, and let the sound of the ocean lull you into a state of pure bliss.
Feeling "adventurous"? Wrap yourself in a blanket, shuffle out onto the timber deck, and pretend you’re starring in an indie winter movie. Bonus points if you bring hot chocolate and stare meaningfully into the distance.
Fire Pits and Fur Babies
No winter escape is complete without a fire pit — and yes, we have one. Light it up, roast some marshmallows, and practice your storytelling skills (ghost stories highly encouraged, bad jokes absolutely allowed).
Even better, The Treehouse is pooch-friendly, because we know winter cuddles are 1000% better when you’ve got a furry sidekick. Your dog will love the fresh ocean air, the spacious lawn, and the fact that you’re clearly spending all your time outside for them (definitely not for Instagram).
Merimbula: Winter’s Best-Kept Secret
While everyone else is complaining about wind, rain, public transport, and traffic jams in the city, you’ll be wandering empty beaches, sipping local gin, eating local pastries, and probably considering a career change to “professional worker from thy couch.”
Winter is whale-watching season too, so you might spot a giant 40-tonne tourist gracefully showing off - something we can all aspire to after a second helping of hot chips.
Pack the Uggs, Not the Guilt
Let’s be honest: winter is the season for unapologetic laziness, and The Treehouse is 100% here for it. Read that novel. Nap at 2 pm. Eat like you're preparing for a second winter. It's called "self-care," look it up.
Spots are limited because apparently, everyone else also wants to be a cozy, well-fed hermit. So, grab your fluffiest socks, book your stay, and come experience winter the way nature intended — wrapped in a blanket, wine glass in hand, somewhere between "napping" and "deeply napping."
