Belmont Railway Line
The Belmont railway line (32°58′S 151°43′E / 32.967°S 151.717°E / -32.967; 151.717) is an abandoned coal haulage and passenger rail line from Adamstown, New South Wales to Belmont, New South Wales. This was a private railway, being the property of the New Redhead Estate and Coal Company and was generally known as the Belmont Branch. It is in the process of being converted into a cycleway or rail trail - The Fernleigh Track.
Read more about Belmont Railway Line: The Redhead Coal Mining Company, Coal Transport By Rail Begins, Passenger Services Begin, The Redhead Branch, Scottish Mining Co. Passenger Service, Burwood Extended Colliery, New Redhead Estate and Coal Mining Company, Through Passenger Trains To Redhead Begin, Passenger Services To Belmont, Goods Trains, Duplication of The Tracks, Dudley Line Closed, A Journey On The Line (1940), Passenger Services Decline, The Final Years, Current Use
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