Purley Oaks Railway Station

Purley Oaks railway station is in the London Borough of Croydon in south London, on the Brighton Main Line between Croydon and Redhill. All trains serving it are operated by Southern and it is in London Travelcard Zone 6. The station comprises four platform faces, that on the west side unused (up fast line), an island platform whose western face is unused (down fast) and whose eastern face is used by up trains, and a platform on the eastern side served by down trains.

The ticket office (staffed for part of the day) is on the island platform with a self-service ticket machine in the subway beneath the station. No self-service PERTIS (permit to travel) passenger-operated coin-in-the-slot ticket machine is available.

The illustration to the right shows the station from the west. The staircase to the right of the entrance is unused and leads to the northbound fast line platform.

A short walk away from Purley Oaks is Sanderstead railway station, also in Zone 6, with northbound services to London Victoria station and London Bridge and southbound services to East Grinstead and Uckfield (change at Oxted).

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