Description
The station has two ranges of buildings, each 244 feet (74 m) long, built in local grey rubble stone on either platform. Deep canopies on composite iron and wood girders cover the platforms; there are further canopies on the road side of both buildings. Only the building which faces the sea at Abbey Sands and the town is still used and this houses the ticket office and a cafe; the building on the other platform is locked out of use although the gate from this approach road is open when trains are running. The one remaining signal box (now rented out for commercial purposes) is situated at the south end of this platform near a decorative cast iron bridge across the tracks.
The forecourt in front of the main building is shaded by trees and is raised above the road by an arched retaining wall. The Grand Hotel is on the right of passengers leaving the station, and the sea front is just beyond. Buses to the harbour and town centre stop on the sea front by the road leading to the station.
The platform nearest the sea is served by trains towards Paignton, the opposite platform being used for trains towards Exeter St Davids. There is step-free access to both platforms and a wide footbridge links them.
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