With the development of the pastoral industry, a small township, Newcastle Waters, sprang up at the junction of the two major overland stock routes, one going north to south and the other east to west. Newcastle Waters thrived as a supply point it has a rich, vibrant history as a gathering place for drovers on their gruelling overland cattle drives with a pub and store it was an important source of provisions and a place to rest before drovers continued on their way.
But change was on the way in the 1940’s to 50’s when roads and railways started spreading through the outback.
With no drovers the pub closed, the store no longer had customers and the wives and families moved on. It had been a tough life but by 1970’s Newcastle Waters became a ghost town.
The broken dreams and heart ache of a shattered life style can be felt as we wandered around the dilapidated buildings in 2010. The tattered remains of a net curtain flapping forlornly in a slight breeze. The brave attempt at creating a splash of colour with a strip of gingham material on shelves. The rusting sewing machine and kettle on the old wood-burner stove indications of a family once building dreams here. How hot it must’ve been as the summer sun relentlessly heated up the corrugated walls and roof. Then the chill winds of winter forcing into every gap. Where did they go? Did they find a better more comfortable life?