Dunton Green railway station serves the village of Dunton Green, on the outskirts of Sevenoaks in Kent. Train services are provided by Southeastern.
There is no ticket office or ticket machine. There is a Permit to Travel machine. The ticket office, in an 'up side' building, manned only during part of the day, became unstaffed during the early 1990s after which time there was a substantial increase in vandalism here; a PERTIS 'permit to travel' machine is located at the entrance to the 'up' platform. There is an electronic display of departures but no audio messaging.
There is a small car park (access via Station Road) which holds c. 20 cars. As of November 2008 the car park is no longer free, tickets must be purchased from the ticket machine in the car park.
Until 1961 this station served as the junction for the Westerham Valley Branch Line to Brasted and Westerham. When this line was constructed, a subway was built which passed under the branch platform and allowed access from the main station forecourt to a footpath leading west to Dunton Green. This subway remains in place today.
Read more about Dunton Green Railway Station: Services, Gallery
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