Forellenhof Guest Farm: A Wakkerstroom Gem

Ronelle from Forellenhof Guest Farm kindly offered to host myself and a plus one (Sage - because - my day one) so we could tackle the 10 km Induku Trail.

A few extra bookings turned us into a group of six - I am often accompanied by a healthy amount of FOMO-driven friends and followers who don’t like missing out on a good trail - or a good view.

Following the mandatory sand road pilgrimage required to access any place remotely beautiful in South Africa, we finally arrived at the farm.

When someone says “guest farm weekend in a small town,” you picture peaceful gardens, fluffy sheep, coffee on a stoep, and the kind of silence city people usually only experience after paying a therapist to slowly nod and say “and how does that make you feel?”

Well… it fully committed to the brief.

On arrival, two farm fluff nuggets immediately greeted us like we were returning heroes from a war they’d definitely been emotionally invested in.

The Cottages

Between Sage, her mini-me, her other half, and myself, we stayed in the Freckled Frog cottage - a charming three-bedroom setup with double beds, twin beds, electric blankets, and enough comfort to make you briefly resent your own house.

There were two bathrooms (one en suite), a lounge, dining room, fully equipped kitchen and braai facilities.

Each cottage also came with a wood burner that kept everything warm and cosy, including our moods.

In short it came so fully equipped - that in the highly unlikely scenario that we might need to live there indefinitely - we would have been in excellent spirits about it.

No detail had been overlooked either - soap, towels, facecloths, daily servicing - all sorted.

There was even a little basket with extra goodies and an honesty jar, which is always dangerous because suddenly you’re emotionally attached to farm rusks at 10 pm.

And also, let's be honest - it shows you exactly how small town folk have the priviledge of living - with peaceful minds and wholesome hearts.

Tea, coffee, sugar, milk one bag of wood, a few tots of sherry and ice were all complimentary, proving once again that proper hospitality still belongs entirely to small towns.

S & M stayed in the Pretty Pig unit overlooking the dam.

Both cottages had absurdly picturesque and peaceful views of the mountains and surrounding farmland.

The Farm

The farm itself looked like it had been specifically designed as a reminder that city life is, in fact, a huge mistake.

Beautiful gardens, rolling hills, and obligatory sheep in case you forgot where you were.

And yes - there was WiFi.

A detail I was embarrassingly grateful for because it meant I could start editing content over the weekend and hopefully have everything mostly finished by Sunday afternoon.

Because apparently even surrounded by fresh air, mountains, and absolute tranquility, I still manage to obsess over (self-imposed) deadlines and “workflow efficiency” for "work" that is not even my actual job.

Which honestly feels less like ambition and more like a personality defect at this point.

Nature, it turns out, is an excellent place to discover that even after spending every free second hiking and “disconnecting,” I remain fundamentally incapable of relaxing without immediately creating admin for myself.

So while everyone else was soaking up the peace and quiet, I was sitting there like a Victorian orphan trying to meet a factory quota.

Anyway.

We move on.

In Conclusion

Forellenhof Guest Farm offered stunning views, complete privacy, cosy cottages, and the kind of peace that briefly convinces you to abandon city life - right before remembering your bank account requires urban suffering to survive.

Huge thanks to Ronelle for hosting a handful of mildly overstimulated city people and allowing us to experience your beautiful farm for the weekend.