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And two other vintage trains bought back memories for me.  Firstly above the old rattlers that were still on the mountains track when we moved here 17 years ago. And below it was a train like this that carried me from Queensland to Sydney and thence to the Blue Mountains in the late 60s on a school excursion. It sealed a lifetime love for the mountains.

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  1. Oh yes, the compartment trains. On a Uni trip where we had the whole carriage the luggage went in between the seats on the floor to make a bed and those of us small enough or agile enough slept in a sleeping bag in the luggage racks.

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  2. *chuckle* at the image conjured up by Rosemary!!

    Love those three bottom images, Joan. Trains like that are vivid memories for me.

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  3. I'm a bit too young to have any great experience of these kinds of trains. Wonderful to see them.

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  4. My favorite is the first photo with its soft colours and light spots. Somehow both - colour and light - emphasise the nostalgia.

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  5. I love the shot of the interior of the train, I can just imagine all the people who once sat there. This looks like a really interesting trip, full of nostalgia.

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  6. I'm so glad you posted this! Nothing charmer than old trains, great details!

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