Kent House railway station serves an area between Penge and Beckenham in the London Borough of Bromley in south London: it takes its name from Kent House farm nearby, historically the first house in Kent after crossing the Surrey border. It is in Travelcard Zone 4, and the station and all trains are operated by Southeastern. The station is on the line connecting Herne Hill and Beckenham Junction, opened by the London, Chatham and Dover Railway (LCDR) on 1 July 1863, but Kent House station was not opened until 1 October 1884 and was originally named "Kent House (Beckenham)". It lies above street level, where the booking office is situated; there is a subway and stairs to the platforms. There are Up and Down passenger loops here. The station is 12 km (7.7) miles from London Victoria.
In February 1993, the station was the location where an IRA bomb exploded on a Victoria to Ramsgate train. A warning had been given and everybody was safely evacuated before the explosion but the damage to the carriage was considerable.
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