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Winter Wayfaring

Railway station, Capertee

After a long wet, cold week in the mountains we wanted respite from the climate so went on a Winter Wayfaring weekend to the west where the persistent rain wasn't reaching and the daytime temperatures warmer.

It was so great to be out and about again with no other objective than to see and capture images of places new and familiar.  Over the next couple of weeks I will show you what I found -- you can expect to see old favourites like abandoned buildings, country lines,  small towns, frosty mornings and a new Royal Hotel.

Determined to get my camera shutter going early on the trip we diverted off the main road to grab a shot of Capertee Railway station which I have spied many times through the trees but never taken the time to explore. Like most of the stations on this line it is closed (in the case well boarded up) but this part of the line is still active for coal and cement trains.

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  1. That will be great bring them on Joan :D)
    Your shot of the railway station is beaut. What a welcoming little station if you happened to be ending your journey there years ago.

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  2. This is a great shot. I hope the station won't be neglected and tumble down. It should be kept in good repair as a reminder of the history.Looking forward to your wayfaring shots.

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  3. Diane, the station is well secured and I see there is a sign offering it for lease so you never know what sort of exciting enterprise may set up there, though Capertee is a very small town.

    Susan, I too imagine long ago train travel at these stations.

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  4. I love that style of railway building with the overhanging verandah. Plus the scalloping ...

    I wonder what on earth would cause NSW Railways (or whatever the are currently called) to figure they might get a sucker to take the rental on!!

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  5. There is something romantic about old railways so they are popular as cafes etc. I believe the one at Kandos is to become a cafe soon.

    For such a venture in Capertee to be viable they would need to attract the tourist trade. Foxwood Farm not too far up the road at Running Stream seems to do well, but their bakery goods are sold on outlets in Lithgow and other places as well. Likewise the Whisk and Pin at Medlow Bath does not depend only on the local operation but also on selling their goods by mail order.

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  6. Could you squeeze through a little hole and have a peek inside?
    I squeezed into the boarded up train station at Willaura - it was full of good stuff.

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