Leaving Woomelang and its rusty shed behind, we found ourselves drawn further east, eventually arriving in Eddington, Victoria.
We settled into a tidy little roadside rest stop, a welcome sight after a few hours on the road. The gums provided ample shade, and the quiet was almost deafening. This is exactly what we've come to expect from this region.
After a spot of morning tea, we decided to stretch our legs and explore. Eddington is a small town, easily traversed on foot. The main attraction, it turns out, is the old State School No. 793.
While no longer in use as a school, its immaculately preserved facade offers a glimpse into the town's past. It's quite charming, actually, with its decorative plasterwork and symmetrical design. The playground equipment nearby suggests it has been repurposed as a public space and serves as a charming backdrop for play.
Eddington isn't a place that shouts for attention, but rather whispers stories of a bygone era. It’s the kind of place where time seems to slow down, and the simple things in life become all the more apparent. It’s exactly what we needed for a brief but refreshing pause on our journey.
