I got the consolation prize - the next day in the same general vicinity we scored the Indian Pacific with 4485 and a sister 44. Pretty sure I have posted a version of this slide before but, hey, its double Alcos...
The other end of the train was nearly as interesting, and certainly much cleaner than the front end.
Anyway, i had been looking for photos of a little place called Dripstone, which was the station where Arthur Edward Jones had been sent in 1925. Arthur is one-eighth of the reason why I am here today - he was my paternal great grand-father. He was the station master at Dripstone between 1925 and 1927. Fifty years later, both the station building and the station master's house were standing. We only took a solitary shot of each.
The station is now gone, but the house (or a bit of it) lives on in a remodelled dwelling on the same site. Of course, Arthur is gone too and I am going to leave you with a report of his leaving of Dripstone - from the Wellington Times in April 1927. Seems he was bit of a 'live wire'.