Castlemaine 4

I had a train to catch, a return journey on the Goldfields Railway. Naturally as a person of my social standing, I had booked a first class train ticket. I ate some cereal in my motel room, checked out at 10.00 and drove the five minutes to railway station. I was very early but that meant I had time to find a nearby parking space, ascertain that the train left from Platform 3 and I could access it via a subway and an upward ramp. No lift!

At Platform 1 was a coffee kiosk, and the coffee made by an old bloke* was better than I expected. I sat on a nicely shaded seat outside the station and drank my coffee before making my way to Platform 3 where my ticket was checked and I was told to head to the rear of the platform where there was a red carpeted ramp to board the train. There was much manoeuvring of the the train engine to get it into place for the journey, which was fun to see. Ah, did I mentions a steam engine was hauling the train carriages?

The train staff were all lovely, especially the first class carriages host. The train was not particularly busy, but I was very conscious that I was single traveller among couples and family groups. It does take some time to become used to be a single after 45 years of being a couple. No one spoke to me, but then I didn't make an effort to speak to anyone. Ray would have certainly been chatting to someone and perhaps pulling me into the conversation. 

Smoke rising while the engine gets up a head of steam.

What a handsome beast.

I walked up the red carpet to board and this looked very comfortable, along with being quite beautiful.

I can see where I've been.

There were some sleeper compartments. The seat will make a bed and the fancy woodwork above the seat will drop down to make another bed. In one corner was a drop down metal wash basin.

It was quite a chilly morning and the host informed us that the next first class coach had heating. 

It did, by way of a split system reverse cycle air conditioning unit that can be seen in this photo. 

Meanwhile back in the rear first class carriage, a little fire was burning to warm us. But given a woman had her legs over the front of the flickering fire, I guess that was fake news. 

We had just crossed a viaduct, ok, a very modest viaduct.

We arrived in the very historic town Maldon after a very relaxing 45 minute journey, with the train reaching its peak speed of 40 km/h/25. This artwork was in the adjacent park.

Err yeah, whatever.

I couldn't believe how much gushing water was flowing into the train's water tank. It's a thirsty beast. 

It is not for me to judge Maldon by a one hour visit, but I am glad I changed my mind from staying in Maldon and choosing Castlemaine. As I walked the short distance to the town proper for some sustenance, a Sikh man passed me by walking with great purpose on the footpath. I saw him later emerge back at Castlemaine from a train compartment. He was clearly a solo traveller too. We could have chummed up and discussed our common interest.

An incinerator smoke stack of some kind. Ok, minimal research, it is gold mining related. They knew how to lay bricks in 1863. 

The engine had done a run around and was now at what was the back of the train, with our balcony facing the back of the engine.

While after the train trip, I am driving home, I think I owe Hercules Poirot by having one gin and tonic in the art deco carriage. The bar/cafe is visible in this photo.

Yes, quite good fun being behind the hard working engine. 

I was so relaxed during the return journey, time sped by, and once back at Castlemaine Station, I headed for home, with one brief stop off to stretch my legs, back, neck, hips, knees etc. I dunno about this travelling alone caper. The second weekend of May will see me away for a bit but with family and my lads. My nieces and nephew will be there, with my eight great nieces and nephews, along with four inherited great nieces and nephew. 

*Younger than me but still comparatively an old bloke. My age self awareness continues its delusional state.