Like a horse and carriage go together, so too do peppercorn trees and railway lines.
I left the train at Rushall Station and the next couple of shots are from the bridge over the creek which I had to cross as the path was only on the eastern bank.
It was an overcast day, so I set the camera to cloudy. That was a mistake.
Not nearly as much vandalism in this latter part of the full walk, but still some.
Not a clue what this colourful wreath like thing is for.
Another bridge, perhaps for the Hurstbridge train.
The writing begins, Welcome to the traditional lands of my father's people.
Ducks grazing on some underwater growth.
The project, whatever it was, marks the 150th anniversary of the State of Victoria.
Believe me, over the four days it took to complete the walk, I was constantly scanning the ground for Joe Blakes.
This would be some type of acacia, or wattle tree if you like. The are generally fast growing but short lived trees. On a very hot sunny day, these pods will begin popping open and the seeds will fly out. The seeds are very hard and it can take a hot fire to crack them open. You can actually hear them popping open quite easily. The sound like the cracking of a thin dry twig.
Friends of Merri on Parade. It seems it was once called Ross Creek, but I can only ever remember it as Merri Creek.
Somebody is in a bit of strife.
A very nice place to sit, but I didn't.
Housing with a view of the creek, nice.
Crossing to the other side.
Well, that is road to nowhere.
"Fido, don't walk on the wet.........". Too late.
What are these fragments of something strewn around.
More up here.
And here. I guess a fence above has fallen apart and it construction fallen down the bank. I think above me at this point I could hear a megaphone being used at what sounded to be a school, but looking at a map, probably the Collingwood Little Athletics Centre.
Now this is a great bluestone bridge, I guess carrying Heidelberg Road traffic up above.
More of that cotton like stuff.
A circular pattern of cyclists.
A nice seat and table for a break. While a bruschetta washed down with a gin and tonic would have nice, I settled for my bread and butter and some water.
Look Mitchell, we have pole walkers here too.
Housing Commission (government) flats in I guess Northcote.
Getting very civilised now.
For wetland read swamp. Swamps are very important to native plants and animals and should not be drained.
"Oh no Fido, not again."
An odd little dam with a viewing platform. Nothing to see here. Moving on.
There were a lot of bell miner birds around, or as we call them, bell birds. They make quite a sweet sound but it does become boringly repetitive after hearing them for long time. They are quite loud.
Part 2 of day 4 soon.