Because of line work the train to Swan Hill that I had booked had morphed into a bus. It was the last day of track works and as I alighted from the bus at Swan Hill, the train that I had booked pulled slowly into the station, empty. Now all I had to do was to wait for the bus to Mildura to complete my journey. There was confusion and no signs as several busses returning to Melbourne came and went parking wherever they could find a space.

I eventually arrived to my home town of Robinvale into a 39 degree day. It was a bit of a change from Melbourne’s 25 degrees. The old Robinvale railway station still there and restored but no longer in use. A more recent information centre is now the hub for the Vline services. Opposite this the Rural Museum. An amazing place to visit for a walk through the past.

For a gold coin donation be reminded of an era now almost forgotten. Inside and outside of the museum, the past comes to life, the variety of items on show is amazing. From everyday items, old tools, washing machines, uniforms, the list is endless.

This old Reo Speedwagon

Yes please

And a bit of escapism.

Looking down the beautified Main Street from the station.

Turning left And walking towards the river there is a walkway through more local history. All that remains now of the old bridge that crossed the Murray River and flood plains is the lift span. Not exciting history but still history. As kids it was a treat to see the span lifted to allow for water traffic. It was not something that happened very often. When originally built the old bridge was unique as it incorporated a railway line.

A large new memorial to all of the armed forces, each one represented.

Crossing the main road and continuing towards the river is the windmill by the bridge. It is reputed to be the largest in the Southern Hemisphere and was built in 1948 to supply water to the township.

Beautiful Gum flowers are out in bloom

…and you know you are in the country when you see this sign…