Bolsover South railway station is a former railway station in Bolsover, Derbyshire. It was opened by the Lancashire, Derbyshire and East Coast Railway in March 1897 and closed to all traffic by British Railways in December 1951 primarily due to the prohibitive cost of repairing and maintaining Bolsover Tunnel. Track lifting started immediately after closure and was completed within weeks. The photograph opposite shows the Station Master's house in 1963, the station itself was behind the bush on the extreme right of the photo.
The station was built in Carr Vale and it was one of the few places on the LD&ECR where a level crossing was necessary. To the east was a 100-foot-high (30 m) limestone ridge through which it became necessary to drive the notorious Bolsover Tunnel. To the east of this was the next station at Scarcliffe
There was an earlier station at Bolsover on the Midland Railway Staveley Town to Pleasley branch.
| Preceding station | Disused railways | Following station | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Arkwright Town | British Railways | Scarcliffe | ||
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