Thursday, September 3, 2009

Sandridge Rail Trail happy snaps

Go on, you just knew there was going to be a slide night involved in this walk, didn't you?
Didn't you?!
Anyways, let's tie our walking shoes firmly to our heads and waddle out the door under the weight of the backpacks containing a gazillion museli bars, water bottles, spare change (when was money ever "spare", may I ask?) cameras, extra batteries, mobile phone, fruit, sunscreen and....

Princes Bridge.
Now, as we alight from the train at Flinders Street Station we meander down the steps to Flinders Walk which takes us along beside the Yarra River.
This pic above was taken (roughly) from the hump in the walk where the old Elizabeth Street Creek used to enter the Yarra River.
Or it may have been one of the many homeless we apparently don't have, according to political spin, that I was standing on.
View from Flinders Walk near the original Sandridge platform 9 3/4 called "Melbourne".

 Tucked away in amongst all the glass and glare there still remains some old style glamour and glitz.

Wave to our silhouettes.
Hmmm, isn't the colour of that water just inviting?!

Too thick to drink and too thin to plough.

Sandridge Bridge.
Or rather, the ballsy rivets that hold it all together.
I'm a little sleepy and uploading these pics is taking a bajillion years so I'll leave this lot to amuse you for now and resume broadcasting tomorrow at some decent hour waaaay past sparrow fart.

1 comment:

  1. Trying to work out which silhouette is yours and which is FB's. :-P