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It was the centenary of the railway link so on Sunday there was a celebratory ride from Gulgong to Dunedoo.  We decided to take the trip on the old railmotor brought in from Newcastle for the occasion. It was shaping up to be another wet day.


  1. Many, many years ago (middle of last century) in the far flung reaches of our universe (Denman) we had a railmotor (Tuesday and Thursday) which came from Muswellbrook and thence to Merriwa. It looked just like that.

  2. Not everyone can say they've travelled from Gulgong to Dunedoo!!

    Happy travels!!

  3. Julie, This one did its service over that way, if i remember rightly. In the middle of last century where I lived it was all steam trains, until sometime in the 60s.

    Red, I can't see it taking on ... wait for the rest of the story.

  4. Art Deco design? It's beautiful! Great colour.


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