ST. JAMES CHURCH - MENANGLE
As you approach the lovely and historic village of Menangle, be it from the North, South. East or West, your eyes lift and you gaze with delight on the Church of St. James on the hill. Almost automatically you turn in at the splendid entrance gates wishing to see more of this gem set among the trees so serenely overlooking the historic acres of Camden Park. Your mind turns back to a hundred years ago and in your minds eye you see the village farm families walking this self same road, dressed in their 'Sunday' clothes, the women hatted and gloved, the little girls with ribbons in their hair and father neatly dressed with shining boots, probably polished the night before by his son who follows behind, scuffing his boots in the dust and dreaming of the fish to be caught in the Nepean. They draw aside as the carriage from Camden Park drives by, the coachman sitting straight and tall in front. The 'Family' alight and walk the remaining few steep yards to the Church, the coachman meanwhile unhitches and stables the horses. The stables are well built and roomy with a special stall for the Rector's buggy horse. The stables remained till 1930 when they were bought by R. E. Hawkey and erected at the back of his home. The road was extended up to the level of the Church building with parking facilities for the modern conveyance, the motor car. Having reached the top, you alight, but before entering the Church you gaze around, looking left from the Church porch you face South and view the treeless and tortured hills where it was thought wheat could be grown. As your gaze moves round to the West you face out to Mt. Taurus, the historic mount from which the fine herd of cattle was first sighted. The story is told in the History of Camden Park that two bulls and four cows escaped from the Government Farm, then situated where the Botanical Gardens now are in Sydney. These cattle travelled the forty miles of practically undeveloped country to the quiet and beautiful pastures near Menangle where they remained undisturbed, their numbers increasing till discovered by a convict. Governor Hunter ordered a further investigation which resulted in their capture and slaughter of one bull, resulting in the first fresh beef eaten in the Colony by white man.