Anyway, I loved the gates, especially if walking across them as you had the novelty of a chicane and those uneven timber boards to navigate, usually in a a pair of thongs. All rather exhilarating for a lad growing up in the Gong in the 1970s.
Like most things one loves, absence makes the heart grow fonder. So this afternoon when I realised its been 30 years since its passing (or more), I just had to dig out all the photos I have of the level crossing. And then I found this motley collection. Maybe I didn't love it as much as I do now - though its replacement the Tramway Bridge is a much better place from which to watch trains.
Here's the only one I have of the box in action.
From another angle, the gates have just opened and what looks like a Cortina passes a NRMA roadside van.
And now for a couple of the box closed and waiting for demolition.
By the time these shots were taken the boom gates had served their purpose and were resting, awaiting removal.
Not a bad place to leave it - resting in the long grass.