Red Wharf Bay Branch Line

The Red Wharf Bay branch line was a standard gauge railway line in Anglesey, Wales, a branch off the Anglesey Central Railway. It opened fully in 1909, but closed to passengers in September 1930. Freight operations continued until 3 April 1950, and the tracks were lifted during the summer of 1953.

Read more about Red Wharf Bay Branch Line:  An Early Venture, The Modern Railway, Decline and Closure

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