Lea Bridge Road

Lea Bridge Road is a major through route in North East London, across the Lea Valley from Clapton to Whipps Cross in Leyton. Lea Bridge was once the name of a football stadium for Leyton Orient located along Lea Bridge Road.

London Borough of Waltham Forest
Districts
  • Bakers Arms
  • Cann Hall
  • Chingford
  • Chingford Hatch
  • Chingford Mount
  • Friday Hill
  • Highams Park
  • Leyton
  • Leytonstone
  • Upper Walthamstow
  • Walthamstow
  • Whipps Cross
Attractions
  • Brisbane Road football stadium
  • Lee Valley Riding Centre
  • Lee Valley Ice Centre
  • New Spitalfields Market
  • Queen Elizabeth's Hunting Lodge
  • Vestry House Museum
  • Waltham Forest Theatre
  • Walthamstow Pump House Museum
  • Walthamstow Stadium
  • William Morris Gallery
Street markets
  • Walthamstow Market
Parks and open spaces
  • Larkswood Playing Fields
  • Lee Valley Park
  • WaterWorks Nature Reserve
  • Walthamstow Marshes
Constituencies
  • Chingford and Woodford Green (part)
  • Leyton and Wanstead (part)
  • Walthamstow
Tube and rail stations
  • Blackhorse Road
  • Chingford railway station
  • Highams Park railway station
  • Leyton
  • Leyton Midland Road railway station
  • Leytonstone
  • Leytonstone High Road railway station
  • St James Street railway station
  • Walthamstow Central station
  • Walthamstow Queen's Road railway station
  • Wood Street railway station
Other topics
  • People
  • Public art
  • Schools
Parks and open spaces in Waltham Forest

Coordinates: 51°33′38″N 0°03′00″W / 51.56043°N 0.04994°W / 51.56043; -0.04994


Famous quotes containing the words bridge and/or road:

    It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
    Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

    And you O my soul where you stand,
    Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
    Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
    Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
    Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O, my soul.
    Walt Whitman (1819–1892)

    The rangey bough anticipated fruit
    With snowballs cupped in every opening bud.
    The road alone maintained itself in mud....
    Robert Frost (1874–1963)