After the thrills and spills of Banks Reserve Neddy comes to heel (well almost) for the on-lead section of the walk. The footpath wends its way through shady native planting, providing summer cool along the river-bank.

But the rural setting is deceptive. To our right is the old East Perth power station, its pock-marked facade opening on to vast, empty halls that once lit up our city and our lives. The classically measured austerity of every concrete granule screams out "I was built to function". But its own lights have long since faded away. This surreal contradiction is multiplied up by the sign that proclaims heritage listing.
     Neddy rushes off to investigate.

Having left his mark on the fence post of glories past, Neddy presses doggedly onwards. With his nose in the air he leads us back to the river, and revealed on the panting breath of sudden surprise is all that once was behind. The Farmer Freeway bridge spans the river like quotation marks contain a string of prose. It makes the river serviceable to other needs without disturbing its flow.

Neddy cares nothing for any of this. He points at the dead and deadly blow-fish left by anglers who only destroy. They are doggie Channel No 5, but Neddy is on-lead - he will not roll in them today.