Inverclyde Line - Current Operation

Current Operation

In 2011 the line is operated by Class 380s and Class 314s.

The Inverclyde line uses the same Glasgow and Paisley Joint Railway tracks as the Ayrshire Coast Line until Paisley Gilmour Street; although the two lines occupy different sets of platforms at Paisley Gilmour Street. From Paisley, the line heads to Port Glasgow station, after which it branches. The main route heads through Greenock to Gourock, where it connects with ferry services to Dunoon, Kilcreggan and Helensburgh. The branch heads through the southern suburbs of Greenock to Wemyss Bay, where it connects with ferry services to Rothesay on the island of Bute.

For most of the day four trains an hour operate each way on the Glasgow to Port Glasgow stretch, three of which run to Gourock, the other serving the Wemyss Bay line. The latter and one of the Gourock trains are express services stopping only at Paisley Gilmour Street and Bishopton between Glasgow and Port Glasgow, while the other two Gourock trains stop at all stations. This changes in the evenings, and after 8pm only two trains an hour run to Gourock, with the Wemyss Bay train stopping at all stations.

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