Pudding Mill Lane DLR Station

Pudding Mill Lane DLR station is a station on the Docklands Light Railway (DLR) in east London. It is situated in the road of the same name in a light industrial area. It is next to the Olympic Park; however it was closed for the duration of the 2012 Olympic Games. It reopened on Wednesday 12 September.

The station is located on the DLR's Stratford branch, between the Bow Church and Stratford stations and is on the boundary between Travelcard Zone 2 and Zone 3.

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