After my walk yesterday to the Lock from Robinvale I wanted to get a better view of the red cliffs that were downstream from the lock but from the other side of the river. Getting to Euston would be easy as I could get an early morning lift with my brother on his way to work. I checked out the forecast. From 37 plus degree days there was a storm coming in from the west. Though it was going to be a much cooler day it was also going to be wet. The hourly forecast said the rain was due at one. With an early start, I should have plenty of time to be back before the rain.

Over the water the sky was full of ominous clouds

But inland the sky looked far friendlier.

At the waters edge little river dwellers made small circular ripples in the cloud reflected water. The far side of the river, incredibly serene with crisp reflections of the bush.

Remnants of old inhabitation

And today I met a curious kangaroo. Startled as I approached the Joey bounded off into the bush. Mum jumped several metres into camouflage and checked me out. We stood for many minutes this way. Joey came back and stood momentarily beside mum before bounding away again. Twenty photos later and she still remained. In the end she outstared me and I moved on.

The trail ran between tree sentinels standing rigidly on either side.

And as the track moved inland I followed the river. At times there were old car tracks to walk on

but often I was looking for a clearing to walk through. It wasn’t my smartest choice to abandon the trail but it sure was interesting.

I was repaid for my adventurous spirit with shoes, socks and pant bottoms full of prickly barbs and seeds.

At the Lock and pelicans riding the waves waiting for an easy breakfast.

Walking downstream the red cliffs that I wanted to see didn’t disappoint but I wasn’t alone. There was a solitary fisherman down the embankment, sitting on the waters edge. A bit further on a man sitting under the awning of his caravan having breakfast.

The wind was becoming stronger and the water rough. a few drops of rain but not enough to wet anything, fell.

The sky alternated between blue and grey. The wind now felt as though a shower was imminent. A man pushing a stroller with a toddler, his small dog running beside him passed me. I was in no hurry. If I got wet, I got wet. When I eventually headed back to Euston this time I took the track that I had previously abandoned.

I arrived back at the Euston Club at 11, dry. The second part of my day was to visit three of my grandparents at the Euston Cemetery. The clouds didn’t look like they were going to wait til one so I checked in at the Club and ordered a coffee. Good decision. There was a heavy rain but by 1 it had moved on and I ventured out again.

Back at Robinvale the evenings stroll was the perfect end to the day.