With much groaning and moaning we dragged ourselves out of bed this morning, applied sufficient coffee to achieve basic humanity, then made our way to Spencer St station in order to catch the train. Steam locomotive R711 of the South Western Railway Society was there in all its hissing and shrieking glory, ready to take us to Echuca and back.
It was a very long day. Four hours in the train to get up to Echuca, four hours of paddle-steamer trip and touring Echuca, then four hours back home again. The four of us spent most of the train trips snoozing, nibbling on assorted picnics, and giggling at the array of people we were sharing the train with. Everything from ordinary families to extreme train-spotters.
Where?
Melbourne, Echuca
