Rozelle's railway museum (of sorts)

One of my previous posts covered the range of shunting locomotives available at Rozelle during the late 1980s and early 1990s.  Even when these locos ‘went home’ to Chullora in the middle of Saturday afternoon, the railway yard was still an interesting place to visit.  Indeed, some wagons found it so interesting that they never left either.  And these wagons are the focus of this posting.  Yes, I now present the weird and wonderful collection of stored wagons of Rozelle…

Lets start with a couple of location shots.  The first is looking east from the Victoria Road overpass.  I never was really game to get too close to the wagons at this end of the yard it possessed some of the fiercest looking seagulls known to Sydney.  Still, when this photograph was taken around 1990, there was a nice collection of NSW and interstate rolling stock.

Facing west from nearly the same location, the rolling stock goodies just kept revealing themselves.  Even the container wagons are fairly vintage these days!

A seemingly permanent resident of Rozelle yard was Wire Train No. 4.  It was nothing more than an assemblage of withdrawn L-type passenger carriages, with their insides stripped and a thin veneer of ply nailed across at least some of the windows. 

As and when necessary, Wire Train No. 4 was dragged at low speed around Sydney’s electrified area (presumably sometimes meeting its brethren - Wire Trains Nos. 1, 2 and 3?).  Once in the required location, railway workers ran along the roofs of each carriage, tending to the electrified overhead wires and supports.  The following three photographs show Wire Train No. 4 at rest in Rozelle.

A real curiosity was shunting wagon L 37, built upon an S wagon underframe.  It had obviously seen many days, and many of them had probably been better days.6

A very long way from Junee was a former HGM wagon L948, which had ended up within a spoil train for its final days of duty.  I just love its patina.

Nearby was a former BSV bogie sheep wagon.  The years of carting sheep around the state had impregnated the wagon with that familiar smell of livestock, which was faintly unsettling in this urban setting.

This bogied beastie was also parked nearby.    After consulting the learned papers of others, I believe to to be a representative of the NFG family which were built to haul particleboard around the country.

One of my favourite wagons is the S wagon. Apart from being incredibly versatile and ubiquitous, it is also damned cute.  Nearly a decade after withdrawal from revenue service, these wagons were still fairly commonly used for refuse. 

These S wagon photographs tell a great story.  Yes, both S 8604 and S 6058 were required to be confined to Rozelle yard.  If, however, they somehow escaped from the precinct they were to be returned to the yard.  A pretty strict way to treat venerable four wheelers!

The next three relics to be observed were guards vans.  Once at the end of every train in NSW, by this time they were being used by inner west vagrants as pretty decent weather-proof housing stock.  This is one of the reasons I have no internal shots of these vans.

Finally, its time for bogie.  And not just any type of bogie – a 2AA bogie (though I am no bogie expert).  I suspect that this bogie had been donated from a wire train of unknown provenance.

And now its really time to go… look, the signal says so.  This relic stood sentinel for decades and so deserves recognition as part of the weird and wonderful collection of Rozelle.  On a windy day, it probably moved more than many of the wagons did anyway.

2535 celerates an anniversary

There is mindless trivia and then there are locomotive withdrawal dates.  Most pass unremarked, but I always had a degree of affection for that wheezing cylinder of steam known as former NSWGR locomotive 2535.

By the time I appeared on the planet, 2535 was an octogenarian and nearing the end of its second career.  Its first career had ended on March 1961 when the Railway Commissioner permitted its sale to Corrimal Coal & Coke Company.  

By 1965, the parent company - Australian Iron & Steel Pty Ltd, had moved the loco across to its Bulli Colliery.  Here it loaded bogie coal wagons deep in the shadow of the escarpment, dragged them eastward to cross a spindly iron bridge passing over the top of the Princes Highway, and into the exchange sidings for government diesels to collect.  When this role was completed, the opposite transaction was effected.  The following photograph was taken during its final months and oozes the loco's work-weary countenance.

In the face of progress, this mundane and prosaic role could not last forever.  And so it was, on 29 February 1972 - 40 years ago this week - that 2535 finished up this role and moved onto its new career as a stuffed show pony in the grounds of the Australian Iron & Steel's visitor centre at Cringila.

Here too, 2535 didn't quite fit in against the backdrop of squat industrial tank locos and slag wagons. Within five years it was on the move again, this time to Rhonda Colliery - the erstwhile safe haven for steam locomotives owned by the Dorrigo Steam Railway & Museum.  According to the Museum's website, a sum of $7,600 was needed to liberate 2535 at the time.  I suspect that this amount was roughly equivalent to the scrap value of 71 tons of steam locomotive in 1976, but its just a hunch.

Along with most of the Museum's collection, 2535 now resides at Dorrigo.  The wonderfully comprehensive Australian Steam site carries a photograph of 2535 awaiting restoration in 2004. As this little loco turns 130 years of age next year, lets hope the restorer's brush approaches it soon.

SMR sadness

I have been quite looking forward to this weekend and the next couple as we were to have a rather rare and temperamental visitor grace the rail lines around the Sydney metropolitan area. Actually its been akin to the excitement one gets as a child waiting for a rather stern-looking maiden aunt to arrive; knowing that the future holds the promise of a disruption to routine and possible pandemonium.

Yes, I talk of the rather ambitious plans to bring a South Maitland Railways 10 class industrial tank engine over 100 miles to star in Eveleigh Railway Workshop's 2012 Open Day tomorrow and to lead two steam tours in March.

As I sit here tonight rumours abound on the wires that the two locomotives of this class trusted to run over 'government metals' presently have both failed and so won't be making the trip south from Maitland.  SMR No. 10 was diagnosed with a mechanical ailment earlier this week which resulted in its younger sibling, No. 18, be nominated to the occasion.  Sadly, it seems that a warm-up gallop this afternoon has brought No. 18 undone.  Its intended consort, 4918, is allegedly returning to Sydney tonight without its companion.

So, I am left to review a fairly modest personal photographic collection of SMR tanks, taken over the last 40 years.  We really didn't get to see these locos much in revenue service, as holidays in the Hunter were pretty much seen (understandably) like busman's holidays for people from the Illawarra.  

The first time I recall seeing a SMR tank loco was in 1970, when a family holiday detoured to Maitland on a Sunday.  Quite surprisingly, for a time when coal was priced equivalent to the ordinary rocks that it really is, several of the locos were on the move.  The following line-up of Nos. 24, 23 and three brethren had the first two in steam.

It was probably another decade before the Senior Train Hunter and I ventured north again.  This time we were off to exotic locations like Pangela and Ardglen to see equally exotic specimens like 44, 45 and 80 class locomotives (hey, it was the 70s!).  

We stopped at Maitland for lunch, in the hope that the fast-curing devon sandwiches would attract steam locomotives.  They certainly did their job, because No. 24 trundled into view shortly after we arrived that day.

I can remember being particularly taken by the brightness of the red lining and lettering.  I guess I felt this way because hadn't yet lived through the fluoro 80s.

And, because it was the 1970s, if you couldn't find anything running all you did was wander (trespass) into the nearest loco depot, which we did once lunch was over.  No. 24 had dropped its train in the yard and backed itself in next to its slightly older classmate, No. 23.

 

Well inside the shed there was a line-up of three classmates, which went to our when No. 24 squeezed into yet another picture.  The three shown in the following photograph -  27, 24 and (I think) 20 - were standing next to No. 18.  This last-named loco gained great fame and a certain notoriety in the late 1990s by shifting south to Port Kembla to operate the Cockatoo Run tourist train.

 Here is No. 18 in its heyday, with an extended coal bunker, enhanced cab facilities and a polished countenance. It is standing at Unanderra in 1995, preparing to ascend the Illawarra escarpment on the outward journey.

So I might leave it there. Its now about time to wander off to bed to dream about stout tank engines going about their work.

Candy on the Hill

Twenty two years ago today I was a worried man.  Rumours of the withdrawal of the 44 class abounded and I was anxious to capture the last of these beasts before their collective demise.   

At this time (it was 1990 for the mathematically challenged) 44s and 45s could be found working grain trains from southern NSW to the Illawarra, using the Moss Vale to Unanderra railway line.

This line, known as ‘The Hill’ is steep, windy and picturesque. Sadly, some of its beauty had been lost due to earthworks associated with an abortive attempt at electrification several years earlier.  This loss had a countering benefit – access roads were much-improved on the earlier efforts.  This made it possible to get access much further up ‘The Hill’ to photograph trains in action. 

So, with the promise of diverted coal trains from the west adding to the supply of grain from the south, expectations were high.  The following is a snapshot of what was ‘collected’ that day in the crosshairs of the Pentax.  First up was 8147 on an empty coal train returning to Tahmoor.

Next up was 8167 and 8163 on up coal, inching their way down the Hill.

This was followed by 8176 & 8154 on another up coal.

And then something from the other direction, 8162 heading back up the Hill.

Then it was time for... you guessed it... double candy 81s on a coal crawling down the Hill

Finally, relief arrived from the candy 81 parade.  This time it was 42211 & 42204 on the limestone.  Yep, not a real lot of difference – baby 81s in the same livery with the same style hopper.

The last train of the day was captured near where the first train had been caught.  This time it was the coast’s glamour freight – the steely – hauled by the two locos off the first coalie - 8167 and 8163.

A bonus was hearing, long before seeing, the hardworking banker – 42214.

And that was about it. I recall being fairly filthy that we’d seen nothing but candy 81s, which could be found everywhere in those days.  I was particularly disappointed that nothing had eventuated of the southern grain trains with their elderly Alcos.  Still, looking back, I quite appreciate the homogeneity of that day’s offerings.

High summer in Bundanoon

As its mid-January, there’s still time for a couple more January family holiday stories.   At least issuing these stories encourages a few family members to log on to see how they are being committed to posterity.  

 It also gives me a chance to remember what summers used to be like... caravans so small the rest of the family had to stand outside if one wanted to get changed, Toranas so hot you couldn’t sit on the back seat in your stubbies and, well, you know the rest.

About 31 years ago one of my family members decided we should go on a holiday in January, to the airless Bundanoon.  That summer was one of those summers.  For the most part it was too hot to photograph trains during day.  It was even too hot in the evening to walk down to the station to have a chat to the signalman in his box to see what was coming. Anyway, here’s a small selection of what we saw those few days...

One of the loveliest combinations on the main south at that time was an Alco double-header.  When we scored 4405 and 4516 on a goods it was never going to get better.

This next photograph has been retouched slightly, in an attempt to lighten some detail on the lead unit hauling an Inter-Capital Daylight Express service to the southern border.  While the second unit, a 42 class, is clearly visible, unfortunately the 442 leading the train remains persistently dark.  This shade is not entirely the fault of the photographer – 442s seemed to be regularly doused in coal dust or some such blackening agent in those days!

OK, so there was one loco combination possibly better than double Alcos – and that was double GMs.  So when 42109 and a 422 trundled through one morning on an up limestone, it was very pleasant indeed.

I said earlier that the evenings were more bearable for humans than daytime, which probably explains why I can proffer a few more examples of rail workings at this time of the day.  First up is 44237 on a down wheat train.

Then it was time for a number of the ‘name trains’ – the expresses working the south of the State.  From the north 4461 arrived on a down Southern Highlands Express.

We also usually hung around for the Riverina Express.  On this day it hadn’t succumbed to the heat and was heading to Sydney just as it was starting to get really dark.

Finally, here’s a train that ran in the dark through Bundanoon for probably ten months of the year.  It was the all-stations sweeper from Goulburn.  The benefit of photography in high summer is that even after the sun had gone, one could still snap 44223 humming whilst passengers embarked and alighted.

All in all, a terrific holiday!

Down Mexico way...

Apologies to those who may have logged on earlier today.  I was experimenting with the use of scheduled publications of blog posts and it seems that I have some more experimenting to do to before it works out properly.

Now, time for a re-posting - this time hopefully slightly more intelligible....

After a hectic Christmas I have found a bit of time to sneak another post for 2012 into the blogosphere before returning to paid employment. Lets travel back to the near future, or the near immediate past - to 29 years ago.  That Christmas in 1982 was very special as I had just taken possession of the keys to my first car, a maroon Holden Gemini with the ominous number plate ‘MAL’.  Having survived that Christmas, I decided to take the Gemini on a solo shake down cruise to Albury. 

My enthusiasm for the new car and this venture saw me setting out from Wollongong in the pre-dawn hours on 27 December 1982.  That was my first mistake. 

My second mistake was to set an unrealistic goal - to get to Goulburn in time to capture the Spirit of Progress.  Well, bad weather and over optimistic navigating got me nearly to Goulburn just in time to see the Spirit depart northwards.  Hoping that the darkness would lift, I paddled back to Marulan just before 6:00am.

I did have time to set up for a shot which I knew wasn’t going to work, and it didn’t.  Still, 29 years later, if you look hard, you can work out that that the Spirit was truly once a majestic train being hauled by a 422 and a 42 class combination, making up time.

 Having stuffed one photograph at dawn, I should have headed for home.  Instead I pressed on to Goulburn for the second time that morning.  Pleasingly, 42106 was in charge of an up morning passenger.  Here it sits in Goulburn station, about to haul two nicely repainted carriages as part of its consist to Sydney.

So far we have two photographs - one blurred, the other with a pole growing out of the centre of the train.  Did I mention that I’m not good in the mornings?

Pressing on southwards, nothing was running at all, it seemed.  Arriving at Cootamundra at least the loco depot had some interesting exhibits. 

Apart from the 600 class diesel train, the 421, 48 and 80, lurking down the yard was CTH trailer No. 55 and a 600 class trailer which I think was numbered 728 as it was the only ‘candy’ member of its class at this time.  Here’s a closer snap of the pair.

I am not sure just why I didn’t stop at Junee on the southward journey.  Youthful inexperience I suppose.  Anyway, I pushed onwards towards my destination and was mighty pleased to see a blob headed my way near Henty.  The blob turned out to be the Intercapital Daylight Express, with 42207 and a 44 on the front of a power van, eight passenger cars and two vans.  A very tidy load, even for holiday times.

Because its such a mixture, Mr Smarty Pants must have decided to take a second shot of the rear end.

As I had my passport I crossed into Wodonga where a reasonable stable of fine blue beasts were corralled, as evidenced in the next four snaps.  First up, a couple of Y class shunters, Y138 and Y170.

The next steed was S302, sadly quite as a mouse.

A couple of T classes rounded out the depot’s allotment - T351 and T366.

Although it was only late afternoon, I was stuffed from my early start.  Lodgings at the Albury Caravan Park were secured, and then it was back out to North Albury to catch a glint shot of an under-threat South Mail.  Although it was well into the twilight, magnificent light streamed across the fields until two minutes before 42211 appeared in charge of its train.  So, the day finished much as it started, in the dark – curses!  So, 29 years later I present a ‘post glint shot’.

And then, owing to my first mistake of the day, I fell very fast asleep for about 12 hours.

The return journey was similarly bereft of trains.  I did capture two of note.  The first was 42108 and 4431 on a Sydney-bound freight, carrying a load of bulk paper bound for use in the newspaper or magazine industry.

The second train was 42202 on a rake of empty steel wagons heading north from Junee.  I tried to chase it, but lets just say that its crew were even more keen to get to civilisation than I was.

I arrived in Cootamundra, still with hours to go, the weather closed in completely.  As my nice new Gemini was getting pounded with wind and rain, I gave up on photographic pursuits in favour of a nice sedate return to the Illawarra.

I really learnt a lot that trip, about driving long distances, believing bad weather forecasts and staying at home, the futility of chasing trains between Christmas and New Year and the limitations of 4 cylindered cars on the Hume Highway.  Still, rack it for experience and move on, I say...