Merge Into Southern Railway
Under the Grouping Act the new Southern Railway took over all railways on the Isle of Wight in 1923. Developments under the SR included the construction of a short freight-only branch from the Cowes and Newport line to Medina Wharf. The Southern ran trains across the whole network, including through services to/from the former Isle of Wight Railway's east coast route and the FYN, in particular the island's only named train The Tourist, which ran from Ventnor through to Sandown, Newport and Freshwater.
British Railways closed the FYN, IW(NJ)R and NGStLR in the 1950s, and remaining IWCR lines in 1966.
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