Maze Hill’s Lost Sidings

Thought I’d share a picture that our resident ex-hospital porter Gerald Dodd just sent me, of Maze Hill station before it lost its status.

Some things are the same – I’ve been using the little bridge over the tracks as a way of viewing it – the photographer is basically standing at the south west corner – where the main road sweeps down to the southern side. I’m always surprised by the hilly-ness of that little walk – don’t know why, really, but this shows it really well.

Maze Hill was, at one point, quite a major place for sidings to house ‘spare trains’. If memory serves the sidings went to the north side, too, where the tennis courts were until recently and those little boxy houses are now.

The nurse’s home is still there, though I doubt that if you stand now where the photographer stood that you’d be able to see it, because Seren Park (no actual park there, of course) ¬†gets in the way. You can just see the edge of Woodlands, which ¬†still exists, not least because it’s pretty safe from developers as there’s no access and a bloomin’ great gorge cuts through the middle of it (phew…)

The buildings are all gone – the new station stands there now, though the old one’s twin still stands north of the tracks, and houses Maze Hill Pottery.

Just thought you’d like to see it…

 


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3 Comments to “Maze Hill’s Lost Sidings”

  1. Neil Rhind says:

    A cracking picture. If added to other old Maze Hill station images recently published by the Phantom one will have a remarkable visual record of an otherwise lost corner. There must be other places in the Greenwich section of the Borough (sorry, Royal Borough) that can be reconstructed this way. The lost communities erased by the A102 Motorway leading to and from Blackheath Tunnel would be a good example.

    Neil

  2. Meirion says:

    Not just “lost communities” erased by A102M but also the site of the first England Wales rugby match, when Twickenham was still just Billy Williams’s cabbage patch.