Main Street, Fairlie. The railway line went up on the right hand side of the medium. The first accommodation house at Fairlie was built where Wright Stephenson's store was located, by James Litster.
The Gladstone Hotel, Fairlie. W. Ferrier, photographer
Gladstone Hotel, the bottom pub.
Mt Dobson. Approaching Fairlie from Geraldine by Gladys Goodall. No. 2020.
Allandale Bridge, Fairlie heading towards Geraldine across the Opihi River.
The Fairlie Post Office, Main Street
The Fairlie Railway Station is now at the Horse Drawn Museum up the Mt. Cook Road. Across, Main Street, from the railway station was the post office.
The Rimuwhare- a motel with a reception room, wedding breakfast's often held here.
Timaru Herald, 2 October 1900, Page 3
Mrs Freeme, Fairlie, wrote objecting to the doctor using a public road past her place as a paddock, and she intended to impound his animals.— The chairman explained that the Council gave the doctor permission to hang a gate on the road, but that permission gave no rights against the Impounding Act.
back to basics in Fairlie
BOB IRVINE April 11 2015
The dress code at this shindig is gumboots, jeans and Swanndri … for either sex. I'm standing here like a townie wuss in tights and a "softshell" jacket. We had headed back to our digs in Fairlie for this evening gala after a day at Tekapo. Crikey, that place has scenery to make a blind man weep. Soaring peaks backdrop the lake, which is a shade of blue that must be computer-generated. It's a tourist town, geared to Asian busloads bound for Aoraki/Mt Cook. Tekapo itself is small – a baby Queenstown. Ringed by skifields and blessed with those aching vistas, it will grow. The famous Church of the Good Shepherd retains her charm despite fawning hordes, and we stood on the bridge/dam as the gates released lakewater down a dry canal-bed to the power station. Back to Fairlie for some R'n'R. This is heartland country, meaning the HiLux is your anchor tenant in a three-bay garage, and the welcome mat is rimmed by wellies. Locals kids don't go in for fashion. As I used the wi-fi at the primary school library, which doubles as the community library, I couldn't help noticing how well the pupils played together – boys and girls, young and older. Simple, unaffected country folk. The rugby ground was thronged for the Drought Shout. As it happens, venison burgers captured us immediately. "Courtesy of Young Farmers," said the woman serving. "Everything here tonight is free. We've been through some rough times lately, so the rural businesses and groups got together to fund a pick-me-up." And the prescription was working. Mates slapped shoulders and talked sport while the kids played with tackling squabs, rode on Segways and stacked their teams in tugs-o'-war. Their muscled older siblings and parents tossed a bundled raincoat across the paddock to win, um, a raincoat – importuning the weather gods. City-dwellers flatter ourselves that we are the shakers and movers on this ship called New Zealand, but actually we're just the pursers, strutting around in crisp uniforms while the real drivers are toiling down the engine-room in grubby overalls. The brave new world is propped up by the brave old world. The wide-boys in Auckland, the gym-bunnies, the geeks with hip toys – they all coat-tail on our rural backblocks, and that coat is a Swannie. Thank you, Fairlie, for a grand night. It rained heavily a few days later, but the "rough times" are far from over because winter feed stocks are so paltry. Who'd be a farmer? Someone, thank God. - Stuff
"Swannie perfect for on the side of the rugby field or being outdoors at night or in the cold seasons. The olive bush shirt is a classic kiwi look. "