Waltham Forest Parks and Open Spaces

The London Borough of Waltham Forest is an Outer London borough. The Borough manages over 500 acres (2 km²) of open space; also within the boundaries are parts of Epping Forest; and a series of reservoirs alongside the River Lea. The main areas of open space are as follows; there are also many smaller recreation and sports grounds:

  • Coronation Gardens, near Leyton Orient FC ground, 1.65 hectares (map)
  • Highams Park Lake (& adjoining park)
  • Hollow Ponds, Leytonstone
  • Langthorne Park, 1.89 hectares,
  • Leyton Flats see notes
  • Lloyd and Aveling Park, Walthamstow, 12.5 hectares: Lloyd Park opened 1900, contains the William Morris Gallery
  • Memorial Park, Chingford (map) 3.81 hectares
  • Wanstead Flats, Leytonstone

Highams Park, Hollow Ponds, Leyton Flats and Wanstead Flats are all part of Epping Forest which stretches from Manor Park in the south to Epping in the North. The boundary of the London Borough of Waltham Forest crosses the Forest by Connaught Waters, a popular beauty spot. The Borough also includes Chingford Plain and the historic Queen Elizabeth's Hunting Lodge in Chingford.

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