A couple of weeks ago, I took the bike for a jaunt around the leafy surrounds of Kew, Balwyn and Surrey Hills. Tomorrow I'm giving a talk on ghost signs at the University of the Third Age in Kew, and I wanted to see what I could find. Also, in June I'm talking to the Surrey Hills Ephemera Society (what a good name) and so I checked out that suburb too - plus Balwyn in between.
As expected, there wasn't a lot to see compared to the parts of town that used to be poorer, and that so saw less repainting. But I did find a few - here they are:
This fomer Briquettes dispensing shed is on the site of the bridge over a former railway line that has since been turned into a linear park:
And the rest in Kew/Balwyn:
The next lot are from the cute little shopping strip adjoining the railway station in Mont Albert:
As expected, there wasn't a lot to see compared to the parts of town that used to be poorer, and that so saw less repainting. But I did find a few - here they are:
This fomer Briquettes dispensing shed is on the site of the bridge over a former railway line that has since been turned into a linear park:
| The coin-operated dispensing system |
| Had to take this one from the middle of a busy intersection |
| Only remaining remnant |
| Layers of stylists' signs |
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| Largely disused suburban shopping strip (and following). |
| Saw this dry cleaning firm pop up a couple of times - see below |
| Not a ghost sign technically, but a brilliant old-school milk bar in Balwyn. |
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| ...and down the road, another milk bar straddling eras. |
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| Union Road, Surrey Hills - it's still there, across the road from the superb Lewis & Skinner uncovering of 2012 (see: http://findingtheradiobook.blogspot.com.au/2012/10/for-limited-time-onlymelbournes-best.html) |
| This is what the site of the 2012 Surrey Hills ghost sign cluster looks like now: hidden for another few decades. |
| ...and in the same Surrey Hills stretch: adorning the old theatre that's currently being stripped and transformed. |
| The old sign in Chatham, stuck to the window of the still-running milk bar |






