Description of The Route
This short route joins the two halves of inner Glasgow's railway system. At its northern end, it connects to the Edinburgh and Glasgow Railway at Sighthill Junction (now 'Sighthill East Junction'), and its southern end is connected to the Glasgow and Paisley Joint Railway at Shields Junction.
At Bellgrove the line joins the Coatbridge Branch of the North British Railway, now part of the North Clyde suburban route, from the north east. At High Street East Junction (now 'High Street Junction') the line heads off in a south westerly direction, through the Calton district, and over the River Clyde to the Gorbals and Tradeston, where it joins the Glasgow and Paisley Joint Railway at Shields Junction.
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