Lordship Lane railway station was a station in Dulwich, south London, on the Crystal Palace and South London Junction Railway, built by the London, Chatham and Dover Railway in 1865 It was closed during the first world war between 1917 and 1919. It was closed again on 22 May 1944 after the station suffered heavy bomb damage but was temporarily repaired and reopened on 4 March 1946. The station was closed along with the rest of the line on 20 September 1954. The railway crossed London Road (just beyond the southern end of Lordship Lane) on a bridge and the station was just to the southwest of the road. The station was demolished just after closure . The site is now housing: the London Borough of Southwark's Sydenham Hill Estate.
This locality is also the subject of Lordship Lane Station, Dulwich, an 1871 painting by Camille Pissarro, which now hangs at the Courtauld Institute of Art in London.
| Preceding station | Disused railways | Following station | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Honor Oak | British Railways Southern Region |
Upper Sydenham | ||
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