Out on the Gulf the terrain is flat and harsh. The quietness is almost deafening and broken only by the squawk of a native bird or a wandering beast. An occasional ‘Willy-Willy’ disturbs the landscape but otherwise time almost stands still. Then, from the silence, a soft groan becomes louder and a distinctive clackety-clack heralds the arrival of the Gulflander – the Tin Hare.

A legend in these parts the old Railmotor has traversed the never-connected line between Normanton and Croydon for decades. It was preceded from the turn of the previous century by other railmotors and an assortment of rollingstock all equally as charming as RM93.

A journey on the Gulflander is a tour back in time. To times when a padded seat was a luxury and roads were bullock tracks. To an era where gold was the currency and home was a canvas & sapling humpy. To a generation where children were born in the dust and education was the school of hard knocks.

Fortunately nowadays the trip is far less primitive but still retains the romance of those days gone by. That unforgettable shake, rattle n’ roll as you cross the stark red plains is still there. Those sleepers & tracks embedded straight into the dirt continue to do what they’ve been doing for well over a hundred years. And now all it needs is you. Come out to the Gulf and enjoy life as it used to be!