

The postcard image below shows the station in use in March 1961, shortly before it closed.

I had hoped here to include a further acquisition in the form of an enamel nameplate from one of the Hawkhurst station benches.

But it has just been sold at auction for £2,700! These days railwayana occupies a price zone all of its own.
I have a personal connection with Hawkhurst station because my grandparents lived nearby and whilst on a visit I remember exploring the station one day with my cousin. It must have been not long after the closure so I would have been 10 or 11 and my cousin 16 or so. The place was completely deserted and abandoned. My cousin had a bright red quite large transistor radio which he carried with him (that was the cool thing to do then). He set it down whilst we poked round the signal box and the adjacent water tower. I have a vivid childhood memory of him pulling a handle which was followed after a pause by an ominous rumbling noise up above, and then water cascaded down through a great rubber trunk, used for filling the steam engine tenders, and drowned the precious radio. We left quickly afterwards.

The station site is now home to some light industrial units, including a firm that makes garden furniture, and only really the signal box survives.
Rural railways left their mark on the landscape and on the folklore of the twentieth century countryside.
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