Yarmouth Beach railway station is a former railway station in Great Yarmouth, Norfolk. It was opened in 1877 by the Great Yarmouth & Stalham Light Railway. In 1893 it was taken over by the Midland and Great Northern Joint Railway which had built a large network of track over East Anglia, initially conceived to transport holidaymakers from the Midlands to their destinations on the Norfolk coast. Acquiring Yarmouth Beach station fitted into this grand strategy. The line was also dependent on used by local travellers.
Use of the line gradually began to decline and by the 1950s competition from the roads diminished passenger numbers. Yarmouth Beach and the line it stood on closed in 1959 along with most of the Midland and Great Northern Joint Railway network, now in British Railways hands. It was demolished in 1986 and converted into a coach station.
It lacked the direct route of its rival at Yarmouth Vauxhall, taking a winding path across Norfolk without stops at major towns. Instead of connecting Great Yarmouth directly with Norwich, passengers would have to change at the rural Melton Constable.
| Preceding station | Disused railways | Following station | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Newtown Halt | Midland and Great Northern |
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