Noel Park and Wood Green is a closed railway station on the Palace Gates Line in Wood Green, north London. It was located on the north-east side of The Broadway adjacent to Pelham Road. Its site is now occupied by Wood Green Shopping City.
The station was opened on 1 January 1878 as Green Lanes by the Great Eastern Railway as the temporary terminus of the line which was extended to Palace Gates (Wood Green) station on 7 October 1878.
In 1884 as work began on the large Noel Park housing estate nearby the station name was changed to Green Lanes & Noel Park and it was changed again to its final name in 1902.
Competing as it did with other nearby railway lines and the Underground's Piccadilly Line, the Palace Gates line was unprofitable and the line and the station were closed for passenger services on 7 January 1963 and for freight on 5 October 1964. Following closure, the embankment that housed the station and the bridge over The Broadway was removed. Nothing is left of the station.
| Preceding station | Disused railways | Following station | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Palace Gates | Great Eastern Railway Palace Gates Line |
West Green | ||
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