Oxenholme Lake District Railway Station
Oxenholme The Lake District railway station (often shortened to Oxenholme) is a railway station in Oxenholme, near Kendal in Cumbria, England. The station is situated on the West Coast Main Line and is also the start of the Windermere Branch Line to Windermere. The station serves as a main line connection point for Kendal, and is managed by Virgin Trains. The word "the" is sometimes omitted from the station name.
Oxenholme has the distinction of being the only village station currently served by express trains on the West Coast Main Line, all the other stations on this route serving either towns or cities.
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