I decided to make a trip to Warragul by train. I have strong childhood memories of Warragul. It was where my father's solicitor and bank were and in the early days of us living it Gippsland, a weekly shopping destination. It was also a stopping point for a break on the journey from my grandparents in Oakleigh and the farm north of Warragul.
Never mind the FKN line, what about my train? The text does not quite fit the board. The Traralgon train is at 11.30 but I initially saw it as 1.30. The train left on time, 11.30 and arrived on time, 12.57. The time passed quickly.
This train is not in service and at a new platform that is not yet in service.
I am on the train. I expected it to be a Vlocity train, but it was a Sprinter, same sort of thing, but older. I have never been on a Sprinter train before and although the seats were comfortable, there was a terrible squeaking. The podcast I was listening to could not drown out the noise, although my podcast did drown out the conductor when he asked to see my ticket. He quite aggressively tapped me on the shoulder three times. People travel on these Sprinter trains for long periods. The squeaking really was intolerable. I could have moved towards the back of the train, full of kids, but I thought the squeaking was the less of two evils. It is probably time that Sprinters were replaced.
A woman left her pram in the luggage area while she tried to deal with her five children under five. She did not put the pram brake on. It rammed the suitcase belonging to to the woman above a few times as it sailed back and forth with the train braking and accelerating. I hope the woman above did not have éclairs in her suitcase.
I alighted at Warragul Station. After our Geelong train trip when the down Vlocity travelled quite fast maybe at 160km/h, I looked at google maps on my phone to see if it could measure speed. Apparently not, so this time I was armed with a speed measuring app. Top speed of the Sprinter, above, was 120 km/h.
I existed the station and walked down to the main street at the corner of Queen Street and Smith Street. I don't remember this clock being there.
In the late 19th century many of the timber shops and businesses were burnt down, in one case a whole street going up. The buildings that replaced were mostly fine Victorian buildings and many of them survive.
I think this used to be called the Criterion Hotel. It is now La Porchetta, a pizza restaurant.
The Shire Hall, which I expect when I was young, was the Shire Hall. It now houses a museum and the local historical and genealogy societies.
My childhood memories of the bridge over the railway line are defective. It is not nearly as steep or as twisting as I remembered it to be.
This was and still is a solicitors office. I remembered the wrought iron fencing.
One of these shops or where the new shop is was a restaurant and Mother has since reminded me, soup, a delicious roast main course and a fine desert for 6 shillings. The food arrived, much to our fascination, in a dumb waiter from below. The staff below sent the food up and the serving staff hauled on the thick rope to sent the used dishes back down.
Pretty roundabout. Not so pretty modern shops.
The war memorial surrounded by a nice garden. There were lots of annual flowers in beds in Warragul. You rarely see them nowadays.
Warragul is located within the Shire of Baw Baw and the Shire has a no smoking policy in shopping areas as well as many other areas. I think it is somewhat overkill, but I must say, it was nice to not see butts lying around on the footpaths.
I headed out of town for a bit. Guess what this? Wrong. It was but it has a another use now.
Quite a reasonable view as I climbed the hill to the north of the town.
This may or may not be an operating church.
See the chimneys on the other side of the valley? When we were kids my brother and I were convinced they burnt bodies there. They are actually the hospital's boiler chimneys.
This scene looked ok to my eyes, but clearly not the camera lens. There are some very nice houses. It is such a contrast to the similarly aged town of Moe, about 20 minutes away. It feels like there is some wealth in Warragul, not so in Moe.
Melbourne's rhododendrons have pretty well finished flowering now. It is a good bit cooler in Warragul and so they bloom later. Behind is part of the Baw Baw Shire offices and arts complex.
Where does this attractive looking path go? You will see in the second part of my journey.