Clifton Rocks Railway
I’ve been slacking off, sorry about that. But you see I had no idea anyone was even
reading this stuff. Well it seems you
are so Sinead Nua has decided to get cracking on another set of adventures,
starting with a visit to Clifton Rocks Railway.
This funicular railway, built in 1893, served nineteenth
century Bristolians with transport between Hotwells and Clifton before being drafted as a war hero to
protect the many evacuees during the air raids of the early twentieth century. It is now sadly in a pretty shabby state, and
having been transformed during the war it is difficult to know what to do with
this place that houses such different slices of Bristolian history. Aswell as the railway & the bomb shelter
this became a safe base for the BBC during the war and it also contained a
dance hall where many a Brizzle couple courted.
With the permission of current owner, the Avon Gorge Hotel, an eager
group of volunteers from the Bristol Industrial Archaeological Society visit it
to restore and cheer it up. And a mighty
job they’re doing too, they’ve already uncovered some fantastic relics
including the turnstiles that passengers would pass through in order to ride
the railway and some household items left behind by evacuees once it was safe
to venture out again.
The volunteers open the gates of the site for public tours
at a small fee which goes towards restoration.
On the top level, where the tour starts, one can see the turnstile that
was unearthed by the bare hands of these volunteers and look out onto the
railway tracks that stretch down into the side of the Avon Gorge. Donning a high vis vest and a hard hat,
feeling very ‘builder’, I was guided down the concrete stairs, deep into the
memories the walls hold. Shortly into
the tour it’s impossible not to feel the passage of time around you, stories of
Victorian railway passengers meld into accounts of evacuees piling into the
custom built air raid shelters. I could almost
hear the voices of Mums ushering their kids along and sushing them to sleep on
the concrete slabs while chaos ensued outside the thick walls. Some tealights placed along the lower parts
of the walls fast forwarded us to the seventies where it was reported that
teenagers used to break into the shelters and have parties. A nostalgic air filled the huge rooms while
the mixed ages of the tour group watched and imagined the various stages of history
that linger in this dark musty place.
At the bottom of the stairs we were led to a hole in the
wall where we climbed through to a secret room, as I shimmied through, I conjured up visions of Alice in Wonderland - although slightly less graceful as I tumbled through the gap in the wall. On the other side was the now empty haven used by
the BBC to broadcast from during WW2 with it’s thick brick walls offering
protection from bomb blasts. Further on,
the entrance where Clifton bound railway passengers would arrive echoed reminders of the original railway now hidden and locked in by a metal gate, the other side of which leads back to
the hustle and bustle of the twenty-first century. Talk about time travel!
Images: Sinéad Millea.
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