Horton Park railway station was a railway station on the Queensbury-Bradford section of the Queensbury Lines which ran between Bradford, Keighley and Halifax via Queensbury. The station was built to serve the nearby football ground. It opened for passengers in 1880 closed for regular passenger trains in 1952 but remained open to special trains on match days until 1955. The station had a large goods yard which kept it open like the City Road Goods Branch until 1972 when it shut and the tracks lifted. The station remained in place along with its concrete sign until only a few years ago when the station was demolished to make way for a new Mosque.
| Preceding station | Disused railways | Following station | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Great Horton | GN The Queensbury Lines |
Manchester Road | ||
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