Islington Works Railway Station

Islington Works railway station is a railway station on the Gawler Central railway line located in the inner northern Adelaide suburbs of Regency Park and Kilburn to serve the adjacent Islington Workshops.

It is located 6.6 km by railway from the Adelaide Railway Station, but is now in a state of disuse. Both platforms are 50 metres in length and are not facing each other, just like the operating stations Kilburn, Nurlutta, Munno Para before it's 2011-12 upgrade (also on the Gawler Central railway line) and Seacliff (on the Noarlunga Centre railway line). The station was probably closed in 2000 with all trains running express through the station. It is not known if this station will be demolished in the near future or not.

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    And he was a squires son:
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    —Unknown. The Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington (l. 1–4)

    My first childish doubt as to whether God could really be a good Protestant was suggested by my observation of the deplorable fact that the best voices available for combination with my mother’s in the works of the great composers had been unaccountably vouchsafed to Roman Catholics.
    George Bernard Shaw (1856–1950)

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    Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)