Clowne South railway station was a former railway station in Clowne, Derbyshire. It was opened by the Lancashire, Derbyshire and East Coast Railway in March 1897 and closed in 1939.
It was built side by side with the Midland Railway station on the latter's line between Staveley and Elmton, and to the south there was a connection between the two lines.
The LD&ECR line then continued north, crossing the Midland line near the branch to Barlborough Colliery, then dropped steeply to the Rother valley through Spinkhill Tunnel.
One portal of the tunnel is still viewable from 'The Sidings' skate park near the old Tertiary College. The other portal now buried under the road that leads to Tesco and the new roundabout.
The old trackbed can be followed through Linear Park, before you descend down some steps where there would have been a bridge to carry the track over towards the Markland Grips.
| Preceding station | Disused railways | Following station | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Spinkhill | Great Central Railway |
Creswell and Wellbeck | ||
Famous quotes containing the words south, railway and/or station:
“In the far South the sun of autumn is passing
Like Walt Whitman walking along a ruddy shore.
He is singing and chanting the things that are part of him,
The worlds that were and will be, death and day.
Nothing is final, he chants. No man shall see the end.
His beard is of fire and his staff is a leaping flame.”
—Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)
“Her personality had an architectonic quality; I think of her when I see some of the great London railway termini, especially St. Pancras, with its soot and turrets, and she overshadowed her own daughters, whom she did not understand—my mother, who liked things to be nice; my dotty aunt. But my mother had not the strength to put even some physical distance between them, let alone keep the old monster at emotional arm’s length.”
—Angela Carter (1940–1992)
“I introduced her to Elena, and in that life-quickening atmosphere of a big railway station where everything is something trembling on the brink of something else, thus to be clutched and cherished, the exchange of a few words was enough to enable two totally dissimilar women to start calling each other by their pet names the very next time they met.”
—Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)