From home it is a short two kilometre walk to the start of todays walk commencing at the Robinvale Bridge. Beginning my walk over the bridge I could see people out enjoying the water even though the summer hasn’t quite arrived. Along the purpose made walkway it is only a few hundred metres across the river to the steel stairway that spirals down to the floodplain below.

Once at the bottom of the stairs a man made path lead to a picnic bench on the river so I turned toward the river. The trail stopped there. Looking downstream there was a rutted dirt track and a rusted barely there fence and gate. Beyond the fence a sign nailed to a tree forbade entry. Ah guess the trail doesn’t run along the river.

I retraced my steps and followed the wide made path further along and then under the bridge. Nature was beginning to encroach on the edges of the path and it was jagged with dried grasses.

A sign showed that it was two kilometres to Euston. Further along another sign announcing that there was drinking water in 600 metres.

The drinking water was at a small rotunda on the river side of the track and here it was the most picturesque part on the walk. The rotunda looked out over a field of water trees.

Around the rotunda tall slender trees stood proudly in a thick bed of dried eucalyptus leaves and twigs. With the day being very warm the aroma from the eucalypts was soothing and relaxing.

Large trees with their roots snaking over the surface

and colour everywhere. It really was a beautiful spot to sit and relax awhile.

I arrived at Euston through a new housing estate. The town of Euston is small and pretty with a township of five by five streets. At the far side on the river is the Euston Club and Resort. Euston is an old town with much history. From the mid 1800’s until the first bridge was built over the Murray at Robinvale a punt brought livestock, supplies, workers and people on the Cobb and Co. Coaches across the river into the heart of town. At the top of a long narrow park which leads down to the river there are fascinating history boards. In the park a variety of Australiana.

On my return journey at the bridge I noticed the trees by the water’s edge. Some still clinging tenaciously to the eroding bank line and other that had fallen.