Where ancient landscapes meet the sea
My journey into falling in love with Stanley began at Trethewey's Lookout, where I first caught sight of the grand, majestic rock known as "The Nut." From a distance, it was a solitary giant, but as I ventured closer, I found myself entranced by its sheer size and the charm of the village below. Stanley's heritage buildings, quaint wine bars, and those old fishing boats brought a nostalgic, almost cinematic quality to the place, reminiscent of the TV show Doc Martin.
As I discovered the little fairy penguins, along with the seals and pademelons that called Stanley home, my nervous system completely relaxed, and it felt like I had found my own sanctuary. All these beautiful creatures and the serene environment made it feel like home, and it was hard not to be drawn into the peaceful rhythm of life here.
The town, with its friendly locals and the simplicity of life, felt like the perfect sanctuary, especially for introverts. The community, just around 400 residents, exuded warmth and humility, and the local produce was fresh, healthy, and sourced right from the surrounding lands.
And of course, The Nut (or Munatrik, as I now call her) stands as the iconic centerpiece of Stanley, a volcanic plug that dominates the landscape. My home is nestled into the base of Munatrik, with the basalt formations right beneath the house, making this a truly special space to reconnect, ground, and unwind.
I hope you find the same unwavering calm and intrigue, in this very special home in this very special town, with this very special rock.
God Bless
— Becca
