It is a shame to move on with views like this in the morning, but move on we must. Witnessing the sunrise over the water this morning was nothing short of spectacular.
The tranquil scene, painted with hues of orange and pink reflecting on the calm surface, made it difficult to leave. But Stawell beckoned, and the promise of a purportedly award-winning bakery motivated us to pack up.
Back in Stawell, we navigated our way toward the heart of town, intent on restocking our supplies and indulging in a pastry or two. It's hard to resist the siren call of a good bakery, especially after a few days of roughing it.
We're happy to confirm that the Stawell bakery lived up to its reputation. We grabbed a selection of sweets to keep us going. Fully restocked, we decided to take a stroll around the town.
Stawell strikes us as a town that wears its history proudly. The main street is lined with well-preserved buildings, each seeming to have its own story to tell.
The war memorial stands as a sombre reminder of the past, while the vibrant streetscape offers a glimpse into the present. Even the town's roundabouts are meticulously landscaped.
After a morning spent exploring Stawell, we are once again ready to hit the road, our bellies full and our spirits high. Who knows what adventures await us?
