Coming into Winton is like stepping back in time!
Not just for the genuine Dinosaur bones that I get to hang around with each day, but because this town is more than happy to keeps its charming old heritage showing and keep the pace of life back to a simpler, more serene way of times gone by.
After leaving the nearest town, Longreach 180km, it’s nearly 2 hrs of dry, barren lands. The drought has been in effect here for the last 2 years and it shows. But this country, like its people, is tough. It’s seen the droughts and the floods pass over its beautiful lands for well over many a millions of years
I knew I was leaving Melbourne’s fresh Autumn and Winter, grateful for it, in fact. But to be met with temperatures like these (realistically it was low 40’s by day, and low 30’s by night. HOT) it was most definitely a shock to the system.
Praise the word of the Air-Conditioner 🙂
This is a beautiful aerial shot of Winton that I found in an old book about the town. It shows you the mighty River that passes by and the path that she cuts through the land. This is channel country out here, land of the Great Artesian Waters. Winton town not being much of an obstacle against this mighty current.
It’s great to find a good local pub, or four, as in Winton. But the Tattersalls has definitely won me over. A truly beautiful building, great bubbly and sharp-as-tacks staff and a sensational menu to boot. With Delicious Local Beef and Fresh as fresh Seafood (Comes in the freezer trucks direct from the coast twice a week 🙂 ).
The Grand Royal Theatre
Ready to slip into our deck chairs under the starry night sky
World’s biggest deck chair, had to be somewhere in Australia
Where else do you get to sit in a fine old theatre, with the roof cut off to let in the nights breeze and watch old movie reels from a genuine film reel projector!! Good ol’ Winton. Next week, their bringing out the popcorn. Mmmmmmm, popcorn.
Still standing proud after all these years
We’ve even got heritage listing in the Main Street. With the fine Cornfield & Fitzmaurice General Merchants shining through after 137 years here. I bet it’s seen a change or two in its time.
My Sweet little Post Office
It’s also been a treat to have a PO Box. No bothering here with a letterbox, we don’t even have a postman. Nope, I simply stroll on down to my sweet little Post Office, every now and then, and have a peak inside to see what joys have arrived for me. Links to the outside world, beyond the open plains.
Worth leaving a good few HOURS to stroll through this one. Honestly!!
It’s not possible to go through Winton and NOT stop at the Waltzing Matilda Centre. Aside from the great digital theatre, plus a brilliant hologram theatre, and the most amazing collection of country goods from over the last 150 years that i’ve ever seen, this sweet piece of Australia tells the Grand story of the birthplace of our legendary and unofficial National Anthem. That blessed little “Waltzing Matilda”. Banjo wrote it out here, dreamt it up as he sat by his own beautiful billabong. And it’s true, it brings a tear to the eye of many a great Australian far from home and their loved ones.
Dear Ol’ Banjo Paterson
A lovely ol’ Caboose.
And the train is pretty sweet too 😉
It’s been a real pleasure getting to know this lovely little town. But I won’t wear you out with my photos all in one hit.
More to follow..