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At Charleville we saw the Westlander train.  The railway station is a 1950s design as the earlier building burnt down.  This was the fate of many historic buildings in Queensland, which were largely built of timber rather than the brick and stone more frequently seen down south.



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  1. JoAugust 15, 2012 at 7:00 AM

    I am really enjoying this journey, visiting places I haven't been to since I was a kid.
    My Father worked on the railways and the station was the first place we stopped in any country town, I still find myself visiting them today and thinking of him.

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    1. Joan ElizabethAugust 15, 2012 at 9:34 PM

      Thanks Jo. I love visiting the stations because of their sense of history and I love the long distance trains like the Westlander because of the sense of romance and adventure.

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  2. diane bAugust 15, 2012 at 4:21 PM

    I enjoyed my visit to Charleville. I didn't see the train though but I was impressed with the Bilby program.

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  3. MartinaAugust 17, 2012 at 5:51 AM

    Tataaa, there it is. The photo. I really love it, there is always so much atmosphere in an empty platform with a train waiting.
    Everyone already inside and waiting for the departure?

    By the way, I don't find a 1950's design that bad - there have been much worse times in the history of architecture.

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