Watford Stadium’s name conjured up impressive images of a large station required to deal with huge numbers
of visiting fans on match days. The reality was different as the station was little more than a rural halt with
an elevated stone platform and lighting columns.
A small concreted path lead down to the station’s original non-descript entrance of a simple gate in the fence. A
small shelter stood nearby, the only shelter offered to the passengers, its plastic windows now yellow with age
and covered with graffiti.
The undergrowth was becoming a problem again and we ended up following a narrow track which meandered through the trees.
Progress was becoming ever more difficult.
