Gold Commissioner Wright established a camp on the present town site of Castlemaine at the confluence of Forest and Barkers Creeks (the site is known today as Camp Reserve) . It briefly served as the administrative centre for all the Central Victorian goldfields. By mid-1852, his staff numbered 300. This camp provided the impetus for the emergence of a settlement which served as a supply centre for the local goldfields as they continued to spread out in all directions.
Camp Reserve is just a hop skip and a jump from my home and these days the old camp site is a playground where sporting groups gather, the annual show is held and which is the site for various agricultural displays and swap meets. It is also the place where I meet with others and walk my dogs
Part of my morning ritual is to meet with another walker, walk the dogs at the reserve and wait for the 8:06 to depart to Melbourne, call in to the Coffee Stand in the station and then sit on the deserted station drinking the first cap of the day.
If someone had told me, five years ago, that this would be a daily practice I would have rolled my eyes, laughed and asked if they were on crack.
Now it is a way to begin my day. My dogs are agitating to get going by quarter past seven.
When we finally arrive at the station, often as everyone is ready to board to go to Melbourne, I rather like watching the bustle and movement and invariably spend moments wondering where they are going.
Aside from people gazing, watching the freight trains come through is a bit like watching floats at a parade. It brings back the thrill of youth for me. I can still see and hear those old steam locomotives going through the home town of my youth.
Back then it was the high point of my day. Jung does say that the way we played as children directs aspects of our lives later on. Who would have guessed that I would be back enjoying the sounds and sight of passing trains?
Take a moment and share a ritual that nourishes you.