East Worthing Railway Station

East Worthing railway station is an unstaffed station in Worthing in the county of West Sussex. The station is operated by Southern.

The station was opened in 1905 as Ham Bridge Halt, taking the name of the road bridge at the eastern end.

The station has ticket issuing facilities through one Self-Service Ticket Machine Westbound. On the Eastbound platform here is a permit to travel machine. The station has one glass and metal shelter on each platform,

In the early 1990s a small wooden ticket office building on the eastbound platform was demolished.

The platforms can only accommodate 4-coach trains and are 2m wide preventing the use of access ramps for disabled passengers.

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