The Ocean Beach Railway (OBR) is a heritage railway that operates in Dunedin, New Zealand. It is located between John Wilson Drive in the suburb of Saint Kilda and sports grounds near Forbury Park Raceway, and runs parallel with the city's main beach, Ocean Beach. This is near where the Ocean Beach Branch once ran, but not on the same formation.
The OBR can claim three notable distinctions. The first is that it was the first organisation to preserve a steam locomotive in New Zealand with the intention of operating it. The second is that it was the first operating heritage railway in New Zealand, with the first train running in 1963. The third is that it possesses A 67, a member of the 0-4-0 A class of 1873 built by Dübs & Co., and it is currently the oldest operational locomotive in New Zealand.
Read more about Ocean Beach Railway: List of Locomotives, Rolling Stock, Operation
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