24 MINUTES | 2019
Overgrown, farmed, pushed out, sold off and only half there, Beau sets off with a shovel, dressed like a 50's train driver, to re-trace an old train-line. Marathon in length, Beau follows his nose along a distinct yet subtle line that cuts and bends through lands he thought he knew.
The last train ran from Warragul to Noojee in 1958. To run the line end to end would be the first human passing in over 60 years. Police, fences, blackberries, runner musings and leftover pasta map Beau against a warm autumn day as he makes his way across a landscape he's lived in his whole life. Leaving warragul station at Dawn, Beau is amazed at how little reference there is to the old line, and in fact how hard it is to see in parts. Getting beyond the town limits is an insight into urban sprawl, and the glaciation of townships. Tracking through farmlands was to recognise the instincts of surveyors from centuries ago- overlooking a landscape wondering ‘where do we run the line’. Rolling into Noojee in the final hours of the day across the last remaining trestle bridge was to taste beer in the air, thinking gee, I should explore my backyard more often.