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Stuart Town

Next we rolled down the road to Stuart Town, yet another railway town, but unlike most (and the sign left on the chalk board) this one is visited daily by the Sydney-Dubbo XPT passenger service.

I was interested in the unusual church-like portico on the railway station.  Closer inspection revealed that it is only ever visited by spiders and pigeons.


  1. It's an unusual portico for a railway station, isn't it?

    Regarding the chalk board: seems like someone was waiting too long ;-)

  2. It does look like a church portico. Does the XPT actually stop here?

  3. That's very pretty. Glad it's been preserved.

  4. Really unusual. I thought it was a church until I saw the chalked "next train."

  5. Yep, the XPT stops here on the way to Dubbo in the morning and on the way back to Sydney at the end of the day. There are other CountryLink Bus Services throughout the day.

  6. At first I thought it was a church, but it's a lovely train station building.

  7. I really like the detail shots, especially the little charlk board with useful messages. ;)


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