Sandy Railway Station serves the town of Sandy in Bedfordshire, England. The station is 44 miles (71 km) north of London Kings Cross on the East Coast Main Line. Sandy is managed and served by First Capital Connect.
Sandy station was originally built in 1850 for the Great Northern Railway; the London and North Western Railway opened an adjacent station in 1862. The stations were later merged into one, which has since undergone many changes.
The present station has two large platforms and 4 main rail lines, a pair of "up and down" slow lines used by stopping services and a pair of "up and down" fast lines used by high speed services passing through. A fifth line extends off the "up" slow line which links into the remaining sidings and original bay platforms. There is also a sixth line off the "down" slow line that links to a siding beside Platform 1.
The station platforms are being lengthened at their southern ends so that they can cope with 12-car trains, which will serve the station following the completion of the Thameslink Programme.
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