Stop two in our Carlingford Line journey is just rosey.
Rosehill
Not to be confused with Roseville, Rosehill is the second stop on the Carlingford Train line. My walk on the not-exactly-pleasant James Ruse Drive carried me in from Clyde.
While I wouldn't exactly call Rosehill's southern border beautiful, it's definitely interesting to look at.
First, you've got a whole heap of bridges crossing over this outrageously polluted creek.
Not even Bear Grylls would drink from here.
Second, you've got this swirly pedestrian bridge overlooking suburbia,
of particular interest in this suburbia is some guy with shipping containers in his backyard,
and this house held together with brightly coloured sticky tape. The great thing about the blue Aussie sky is that it makes even the dodgiest backdrop sparkle.
The swirly bridge brought me back down to street level, onto a path which clearly very few people use.
Sick of walking along the hectic James Ruse drive, I managed to escape into the quieter residential streets of Rosehill.
Residential Rosehill is pretty standard for Western Sydney.
You've got your townhouses,
your older red brick apartments (it's laundry day),
this abandoned fibro shack advertising Coca Cola,
one of these minimarts which seems to be in every Western Sydney suburb,
and this beautiful Hindu temple which appears to be newly built.
Also of interest in residential Rosehill is Biplane Park.
Now, as a park, it's not all that great, it's a small patch a grass with a kids playground and some tables in it.
But how cool is the sign?!
According to this sign put up by the council, Rosehill has a small bit of aviation history, hence the park's dedication to the humble biplane.
Being that this is the Carlingford Line special, of course I also have to visit the station.
I left suburbia and headed back to the noisy James Ruse Drive.
From here, the station can be found in a strange hedge parting underneath a giant billboard about knives.
Neat.
Rosehill Station's primary purpose is to serve Rosehill Gardens, a racecourse which fills up a large chunk of the suburb's footprint. You can enter straight from the station (on race days, that is).
Here's some useless trivia: Rosehill is the only station on the Carlingford line to have two platforms. After all, you don't need two platforms when the only train service just runs back and forth. Rosehill's second, larger platform is only used on race days.
But the races aren't the only thing at Rosehill. Crossing this pedestrian bridge from near the station takes you to perhaps the only other thing that might bring visitors from out-of-suburb.
(Bonus picture of Parramatta CBD from the bridge.)
So what's that point of interest? Hooters of course, that good old American "family restaurant" where all of the waitstaff happen to be young women in tight clothing.
Sunday lunch does not appear to be their rush hour, but here are some ibises behind the building enjoying the aroma of hot wings.
That's kind of it for Rosehill.
I crossed the road to head towards the next suburb on the line.
On the way, I found the circus is in town.
A dirt path behind the circus,
leads to the suburb's border, best marked by these highly personable diggers.
Rosehill: Bet it all on the horses, flirt with the waitress bringing you your wings, seek forgiveness at the temple. Rinse and repeat.
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