Ribble Steam Railway

Coordinates: 53°45′32″N 2°45′22″W / 53.7588°N 2.7561°W / 53.7588; -2.7561

Ribble Steam Railway
GWR 5600 Class 5643 crossing the swing bridge
Locale Preston, Lancashire, England
Terminus Riversway
Commercial operations
Name Ribble Branch Line
Built by North Union Railway
Original gauge 4 ft 8 1⁄2 in (1,435 mm)
Preserved operations
Operated by Ribble Steam Railway
Stations 1
Length 1+1⁄2 miles (2.4 km)
Preserved gauge 4 ft 8 1⁄2 in (1,435 mm)
Commercial history
Opened 1882
Closed 1990s
Preservation history
Opened 2005


Ribble Steam Railway
Legend
end of line with shed
Running Shed and Workshops
Museum Building
Riverside Station
Ribble Rail Shed
Lanfina Transfer Sidings
crossing over Lockside Road
Bridge over River Ribble into Marina
Exchange Sidings limit of Ribble Steam and Network Rail
crossing over Strand Rd
Fishergate Hill
Walton Parade bridge
Christian Rd bridge
to Preston Station


The Ribble Steam Railway is a standard gauge preserved railway in Lancashire, in the United Kingdom. It was opened to the public on 17 September 2005, running along Preston Docks,. The railway began by housing much of the collection from the previously-closed Southport Railway Museum (Steamport), which was based in the old Lancashire and Yorkshire Railway engine shed at Southport (BR shed code 27C).

Read more about Ribble Steam Railway:  History, Operations, Future

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