Kubba Roonga Guesthouse

Kubba Roonga is a wonderful warm old house that exudes an aura of calm and tranquility mixed with a feeling that many happy times had been enjoyed there in its past. Thank you for your hospitality and friendliness, it makes such a difference. By the way, the thought of those hearty and delicious breakfasts would coax anyone out of bed on the chilliest of autumn mornings.

J & K, UK

We used to come here for about five summer holidays 1953-1958. Stayed for about two weeks (I think!).

Mr & Mrs Feltwell were the owners. They had a golden Labrador called Tiger. Mr Feltwell got all the children involved helping to feed the chickens and collect the eggs! Also, he put a child in charge to “clang” a large round metal thing that was the call for breakfast/lunch/dinner. A real honour to have that job.

We had the front room (now your room number 3) as my parents had two children and won the biggest room – double bed and two singles.

During the day the families would go to Blackheath pool. Most of the guests at the time when we came here were Polish Jewish immigrants – all friends. Absolutely fabulous holidays.

In September 1961 I came for two weeks by myself (I was 10). I had suffered from a bad bout of bronchitis and told my parents I wanted to come to Kubba Roonga to recover. I had a very small room – just a single bed.

Mr Feltwell really looked after me well. He let me do the toast. It was a large toaster and fit about six pieces of toast. I was a really fussy eater and they were able to get me to eat food I would not normally have eaten. They cooked a fried egg and made the yoke really hard and flipped it – I was so happy that I could say I had eaten a fried egg for the first time in my life. They also made a banana fritter for me – I ate that as well. There were lots of kids as it was school holidays. I walked to the shops by myself and bought a tapestry kit. I did it – I finished it while here. Still have it!

L. (81) & daughter L. (56)

The year was 1964 when we arrived with our about four years old daughter and were reluctantly accepted under the condition that the girl would not disturb other guests, most of whom were over middle age.

The place was managed by Mr & Mrs Feltwell. He was an ex-British navy officer and all the meals were announced by a ship’s bell. The Feltwells lived across the road and had a caravan which they towed to Queensland to escape severe Blue Mountains winter.

The house next door did not exist and the Kubba Roonga garden extended up to Boreas Street. The rooms had not been equipped with spas as this facility was introduced much later.

We were very happy here as we have always stayed at places away from heavy traffic and like a “touch of passing time”.

During the 1970s & 1980s we visited often for a few days only. It was always, as it is now, a place to relax from the city life. Now, in Feb. 2007 we have visited after many years of absence and have enjoyed our holidays as much as over forty years ago.

J & M