Cerhob spoke of "43 steers escaped down Flemington Road"
I was born in 1938 and lived Melbourne suburb of Glen Iris The city ended at the bottom of our street. As a lad I would see sheep and cattle (as WW2 fuel rationing was in force) being driven by stockmen along an old stock route that ended at Newmarket Saleyards. Other stock routes were used to bring livestock from other parts of Victoria. Sometimes my uncle would attend wool or livestock auctions to see his sales went. One day he took me (from Gippsland) with him. And to celebrate a good sale he'd have a beer or two in the Dootta Galla pub and he would give me a Shandy.
The pub still stands and pulls a crowd. but since the saleyards are long gone there are fewer graziers sipping beer and pub rock pulls a younger crowd:
