Current Operations and Extension Plans
The railway operates every Sunday, with six services on its regular time table from Daylesford to Musk and return. On the first Saturday evening of each month, the railway also operates the Silver Streak Champagne Train. The railway also operates a weekly Sunday market on land adjacent to the Daylesford station, which both provides revenue and assists to promote its services.
Besides ongoing works to restore their services to Bullarto, the DSCR is interested in reopening the Bullarto-Trentham section of line. Numerous obstacles must be faced before this can begin, mainly the cost. Included in this project would be the upgrade of the Daylesford Bullarto section. Significant outside funds would be needed to achieve this. While the reservation is still intact, many sections are now privately-leased from the crown, as are both stations on this stretch—Lyonville and Trentham.
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