Cromford and High Peak Railway

The Cromford and High Peak Railway (C&HPR) in Derbyshire, England, was completed in 1831, to carry minerals and goods between the Cromford Canal wharf at High Peak Junction (53°06′01″N 1°32′01″W / 53.1002°N 1.5335°W / 53.1002; -1.5335 (Cromford and High Peak Railway, High Peak Junction terminus)) and the Peak Forest Canal at Whaley Bridge (53°19′49″N 1°59′05″W / 53.3303°N 1.9848°W / 53.3303; -1.9848 (Cromford and High Peak Railway, Whaley Bridge terminus)).

[ ] Cromford and High Peak Railway
Legend
Buxton Line
Whaley Bridge
Buxton Line
Whaley Bridge incline
Shallcross
Shallcross Incline
Fernilee
Fernilee Reservoir
Bunsall Incline
Burbage Tunnel
Ladmanlow Halt
Old Harpur
Harpur Hill
Ashbourne Line
Hindlow
Hindlow Tunnel
Hindlow Quarry
Dowlow Halt
Dowlow Works
Hurdlow
Parsley Hay
Ashbourne Line
Newhaven Tunnel
Friden Goods Yard
Minninglow Goods Yard
Longcliffe Goods Yard
Hopton Incline
Hopton Tunnel
Middleton Incline
Middleton Top
Middleton Quarry
Recreation Ground
National Stone Centre
Ravenstor
Steeple Grange Light Railway
Steeple House
Steeplehouse & Wirksworth
Sheep Pasture Incline
Cromford Wharf
(now High Peak Junction)
Cromford Goods (sidings)
To Cromford
High Peak Junction signal box
To Whatstandwell

Read more about Cromford And High Peak Railway:  Origins, Construction, Expansion, Operation, The Many Sidings, Demise

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