Stations
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Despite being under one mile long, the railway does have intermediate stations, although only one of them is still operational for passengers and the other forms the site of the current passing loop when two trains are in operation (this was extended in 2011 to allow trains with more coaches to pass each other unhindered); the outer terminus is home to the visitor centre whilst the inner station houses all the running sheds and the railway's workshops.
- Lhen Coan Station, the lower terminus where all the rolling stock is housed
- Lime Kiln Halt, the only intermediate halt on the railway, the halfway point
- Headland Station, now closed, one-time terminus of the line prior to 1991
- Sea Lion Rocks, outer terminus on the cliffs above the old zoo
Each of the railway's stations is now colour coded, with all station furniture, waiting shelters, etc., in a corresponding scheme. The terminus at Lhen Coan is in brown and cream (similar to Great Western Railway stations), with Lime Kiln Halt in a green scheme (similar to the Southern Railway) and Sea Lion Rocks in a bright shade of red/maroon. In the past each station was decorated in a house style of deep brown and cream throughout the period 1991-2000, changing to individual station colour schemes thereafter, although individual shades used have varied since this time.
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