Charlton Halt Railway Station
This article is about the disused railway station in Oxfordshire. For the disused railway station in Bristol, see Charlton Halt railway station (Bristol).
| Charlton Halt | |
|---|---|
| Location | |
| Place | Charlton-on-Otmoor |
| Area | Oxfordshire |
| Grid reference | SP556174 |
| Operations | |
| Original company | London and North Western Railway |
| Pre-grouping | London and North Western Railway |
| Post-grouping | LMSR |
| History | |
| 1905 | Station opened |
| 1926 | Station closed |
| Disused railway stations in the United Kingdom | |
| UK Railways portal | |
Charlton Halt was a railway station on the Varsity Line 1 mile (1.6 km) north of the village of Charlton-on-Otmoor. The London and North Western Railway opened the halt in 1905 and the London, Midland and Scottish Railway closed it in 1926.
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