The shack rose quietly from the rolling hills of Metcalf, perched high above paddocks that seemed to stretch forever. When we first arrived, the stillness was the first thing we noticed. No traffic. No notifications. Just wind through dry grass and wide country sky.

Coffee on the deck, wrapped in blankets, watching a brewing storm lift off the hills. We wandered into Kyneton for breakfast at Social Foundry, then chased waterfalls at the Cascades before returning to cook a barbecue with local meat as the storm came through.

The next day was gentler. A stroll through the Botanical Gardens, long lunch at Fox in the Chamber, then back to the shack for an unplugged evening under a sky heavy with stars.

We left feeling grounded, rested and quietly reset.