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Ben Bullen


If Cullen Bullen is small then Ben Bullen is much much smaller.  Not much more than a turn in the road that crosses the railway line and a disused railway station. It is also on the edge of the Gardens of Stone National Park.

Rail played an important role in opening up this area in the late 1800s. Each of the little towns we pass along the way is on the line.  Most the stations are closed but the line itself is still used for goods trains. CountryLink buses serve the passenger traffic with one service each way each day.


By the way, Ben Bullen is said to mean high quiet place in the local aboriginal language.

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  1. JulieJanuary 19, 2011 at 8:14 AM

    I think this is the wee station that I have a shot of with the rays of the setting sun. It is sitting on my sofa waiting to be framed and hung. Only taken nigh on two years ...

    Nice area made even nicer by the names of the hamlets ...

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  2. UnknownJanuary 19, 2011 at 8:30 AM

    Very nice perspective of the railway and old station.

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  3. Megan CoyleJanuary 19, 2011 at 3:11 PM

    I agree - the railway image is fantastic.

    You've visited so many interesting places :)

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  4. diane bJanuary 20, 2011 at 12:22 AM

    Great perspective of the dying station. Its sad.

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  5. ABFebruary 19, 2011 at 5:08 AM

    Nice perspective for the old station shot.

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