Travelling from Harrietville to Merbein last Sunday the 2nd of June , I ran out of daylight as I didn't leave until after 1pm.  Tavelled through the dark to Swan Hill where I stayed at a motel . Sammie had told me there were lots of roos along the roadside from Swan Hill to Robinvale.  Leaving Swan Hill the next morning, I realised I was in the mallee.  What a relief to the eyes to be resting my eyes on the enormous and flat horizon broken only by the mallee hugging the sides of the road, pushed there by the paddocks stretching far out in the distance waiting for seed and then wheat crops.  Suddenly erupting from around a bend the magic of the Murrat river, orange groves, grape vines and vegetable crops push the large paddocks aside.