Mexborough (Ferry Boat) Halt Railway Station

Mexborough (Ferry Boat) Halt was a small railway station on the South Yorkshire Railway's line between Barnsley and Doncaster in South Yorkshire, England. It was intended to serve the township of Mexborough and the village parish of Old Denaby where it was situated, the boundary being the River Don. It was close by the Ferry Boat crossing of the river and the swing bridge over the canal, a short distance from the original centre of Mexborough, around where the parish church now stands.

At this point the line is crossed by a footpath which connects Mexborough to Old Denaby. Access to the platform was from this path. The railway was controlled by a signal box known as "Ferry Boat Crossing".

It is believed that the station closed, along with Mexborough Junction railway station on the opening of the new, present day station in 1871.

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