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Train spotting

We've done a couple more country town spotting trips since the one we have just finished.  But I thought perhaps you would like a short break to see something different.  We visited Trainworks at Thirlmere,  the  NSW Government's train and rail museum.

It has a stupendous collection of trains and railway memorabilia.


  1. Looks like it is glad to be under a roof now!

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  2. Yes, yes ... I have been down there, too. With Historic Houses on a bus trip. It is a terrific place. And to think they are all volunteers. People volunteer for so many things in this wonderful country. They even have a couple of Thomas trains down there ... in their roundhouse ... what joy!

  3. I find it unbelievably tragic that so many railway relics have been consigned to museums. Just think how many road accidents could be avoided, and road maintenance saved if the rail network still operated - and removed those massive trucks from the road.

  4. Good contrast with yesterday, collecting not hoarding!

  5. I do love a an old train too, My father was a railway man, and than volunteered until his death up at Valley Heights Steam Tram museum. I haven't been down to Thirlmere for about 15 years.


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