Episode 95 of the Chip Foundation Chronicles is a momentous day without question. Not only are we marking Ken's recent 76th birthday, we're also celebrating the much-trumpeted reopening of the Camp Hill Line set of railway stations over in Birmingham...
- Camp Hill Line, here we come! -
Trip Log: Monday 27th April 2026 and the remit is simple. Start at Birmingham New Street and cover each station in turn, picking out a pub (ideally one of the closest) at every stop along the way. Ken, Stephen and I convene at Wolverhampton over thoughts of Trent Bridge cricketing prospects - the consensus being that the match between Nottinghamshire and Warwickshire is highly likely to be a draw - before joining Nick on Platform 11a in Brum. Our steed arrives on time for its 10:57 departure, one of the orange and purple liveried Class 196 DMU units, and we board with something approaching genuine excitement. Passenger services ended on the original version of the Camp Hill Line due to wartime economic measures in 1941 so when the timetable was reinstated on Tuesday 7th April it ended a gap of nigh on 85 years.
- Moseley Village -
Upon leaving Birmingham, the train offers views of Millennum Point and then sweeps in an arc over Garrison Street to enter a cutting immediately beside the St Andrews football ground (a place Ken knows very well). The rooftops of Balsall Heath provide a new perspective on this part of town, and after a journey that took us all of nine minutes we pull into Moseley Village just as a systems guy checks the fire alarm for appropriate evacuation messages. Thankfully we're not expected to make an urgent exit and can merrily peruse the two platforms as they stretch towards Woodbridge Road. The original tunnel is pleasing on the eye and there's an extensive forecourt area with huge pots and a paved seating space, although vehicular provision amounts to a drop-off zone with little scope for car parking.
- St Mary's Church -
The station is ideally located close to the heart of Moseley hence a very short walk is all that's required to take us along St Mary's Row past the parish church. Pretty tulips add colour to the triangular patch on the junction with Alcester Road, and our attempts to explore Moseley Park are foiled because we don't have a subscribers fob to hand; admittedly the park is open to all on Wednesdays so I've made a mental note of that for future reference. Pub number one has a special resonance for Ken because he used to play chess here regularly in the 1980s - yes, it's the Fighting Cocks bang on midday opening time. Dating from the Edwardian era (1903 or thereabouts), this is a spectacular example of the Arts and Crafts style whereby I particularly like the weather barometers and a double faced clock. We funnel inside for more architectural marvelling, obtaining halves of Moseley Pale by Birmingham Brewing to slake our collective thirst. The prices are on the steep side and things are quiet - it is a Monday after all - but as a homage to Mr May's pastimes this is a very good fit.
- Kings Heath Station -
Ordinarily we might have hopped on a passing number 50 bus down to Kings Heath but the train needs to take the strain today. The 13:08 working does the trick for the briefest of rides; literally no sooner have we sat down and passed through Moseley Tunnel than we're up again preparing to alight. The new Kings Heath Station has been built on the site of the old one, i.e. at the northern end of the High Street, with orientation arrows pointing out potential for direct access into neighbouring Highbury Park. There are two full length platforms able to handle the four carriage set-up currently used on the line, and although footfall has been slack today it's good to know that capacity is in place should the half-hourly service really take off. The A435 can get really busy around here so there are warnings that the main road should not be used as a dropping off point; any intending passengers should note there isn't a car park.
- Stephen at The Station -
If the Fighting Cocks was an easy decision for choice of watering hole in Moseley, the same can be said of the Station in Kings Heath - the clue is in the name really. We'd done this one before (back in 2012 and also on one of our Cricketing Conclusion September sessions) but a revisit is more than worthwhile, calling in for Timothy Taylor's Landlord in a setting that makes much of its longstanding commitment to the local music scene. Monochrome photographs of musicians adorn the walls and our eyes can also try to cope with vivid green leaf patterned wallpaper, not to mention a cow's head on a shield. Mr B is keeping us up to date with the latest developments at Trent Bridge where Warwickshire have yet to take a wicket.
- Pineapple Road -
The third Camp Hill Line station is now in our sights, this being the exotic-sounding Pineapple Road although it's debatable how tropical the border between Kings Heath and Stirchley might be. Another blink-and-you-miss-it two minute voyage brings us to a stop that might hopefully grow to look nicer over time. At the moment, one side of the tracks presents bare earth where fledgling trees are being planted while the Brum-bound platform has bands of brown blocks which certainly aren't the most visually appealing construction material in the world. Whereas Moseley and Kings Heath are both directly competing with very frequent bus routes, this one arguably has more of a residential catchment to tap into. The two stairwell-cum-lift shafts give feature entrances onto Cartland Road then there is a hairpin driveway off Pineapple Rd itself.
- His Majesty at The Hazelwell -
My pub picks have been praised thus far but things could come unstuck at this juncture. The closest boozer give or take is the Hazelwell, a Sizzling roadhouse just off the Outer Circle bus route which does have a hint of Brewers Tudor about its frontage but is otherwise an ordinary pub. We give it a whirl regardless, catching some of the epic Higgins vs O'Sullivan clash of the snooker titans from the Crucible. They might not serve real ale here but what they do have are cheap Monday deals - cue John Smiths and Thatchers Cider at reduced rates, and suddenly my accomplices are rather taking to the place. So much so in fact that we decide to stay for a late lunch, meaning Ken and Nick feel all fishy whereas Stephen and I go for the gammon, resulting in the actual witnessing of pineapple being consumed on Pineapple Road. These things must happen for a reason and we finish feeding in time to scamper for the 15:42 train.
- End of the Line: Kings Norton -
Historically speaking, Pineapple Road station used to be known as Hazelwell and a rusting relic of an old footbridge (now overgrown with weeds) is a clinging remnant of former times. Remarkably, the ride to Kings Norton - where the line terminates - is one of the longest of the day, using up precisely three minutes or 180 seconds of our valuable time. I've been travelling the West Midlands railway network for the best part of thirty years and for much of that period it's been the same old stops with the same old sights so to actually have something new to explore has turned me into the proverbial kid in a sweetshop - it's been wonderful. I wish the Camp Hill Line every success: welcome back to the fold!
- A Cotteridge Conclusion -
A pub per station is still the instruction so Kings Norton's contribution will be the Navigation, a once-tired looking number which has gained a new lease of life courtesy of Wetherspoons. A sprawling interior has well over 200 tables so they can squeeze in a lot of people, just as well given how busy it is; we end up perched close to the food servery meaning Stephen has to stoically witness chips being paraded across the room at regular intervals. A sunkissed stroll along the Worcester & Birmingham Canal allows a welcome sighting of Kings Norton Junction before we land up in the Grant Arms on Pershore Road, a classic Cotteridge roadhouse which is part of the Craft Union chain. Keenly priced John Smiths and cricketing chat helps us blend in with the swarms of regulars, such a contrast from the quietness of the Fighting Cocks. The number 45 bus spirits us back into Birmingham and our Camp Hill celebration is complete!
