Lachy, If you're romancing steam trains, ye old puffer K-160 berthed at Maldon station, and running on Sundays to distant Muckleford siding, would be the bomb Not a shithouse location out there: just bush and a lonely old railway track and siding. There is never a time when photographers are not somewhere around the tracks out at Muckleford as the big black loco belching grey-black smoke trundles out of the bush.
I am at Melville Caves on the Labour Day weekend with a bushwalking group; all other weekends are busy, with departure for ConFest at Moulamein on 24th landscape photography workshops there.