Rotton Park Road railway station was a railway station in England, built by the Harborne Railway and operated by the London and North Western Railway in 1874.
It served part of the Edgbaston area of Birmingham and was located near to the junction of Rotton Park Road and Gillott Road.
Initially single track, the steady growth in traffic meant that a passing loop was installed in 1903. However from the beginning of the 20th century, the introduction of road transport, especially Birmingham Corporation Tramways, caused passenger numbers to fall away.
The station closed in 1934, and there is little evidence of the station on the ground today. The trackbed through the station is now part of the Harborne Nature Walk.
| Preceding station | Disused railways | Following station | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Hagley Road | Harborne Railway |
Icknield Port Road | ||
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