Murray Bridge station, as the name suggests, on the banks of
the 'Mighty Murray'. My suitcase waits patiently for the Overland
to Melbourne, connecting Adelaide, the capital of South Australia
with Melbourne, the capital of Victoria, one of our neighbouring
states 8 1/2 hrs away.
It was still a fair wait after a couple of goods trains had passed
and the weather moved in and favoured everyone with a drenching
since the station and all facilities were closed.
It is a long time since there was a manned railway station here
as can be seen by the unfortunate state of the station master's
house on the other side of the tracks.
I had things other than photography on my mind as we pootled
along at the sedate pace of 80km. My thoughts as grey as the
landscap, I would have much preferred to be clambering amongst
the rocks of that shadow clad outcrop.
A break in the clouds lit up an occasional spot of gold
that had not yet gone to seed.
A country road taking someone home to the farm sheltered
amongst the pines
and with these peaceful sheep on a paddock in the vicinity of
Ararat, nearer my destination. Only an hour and a half to go . .
I hope you will forgive me if I cannot visit you all this week,
life has a way of intruding on the fun of blogland.
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