Worcester Park Railway Station

Worcester Park railway station is a railway station in Worcester Park in south west London.

The station is in the London Borough of Kingston upon Thames in South London, just to the west of the boundary with the London Borough of Sutton. The station is served by South West Trains, and is in Travelcard Zone 4.

The station has a small concession stand selling newspapers, magazines, coffee and pastries. There is a taxi office on the station estate; bus stops served by various Transport for London routes; a 24-hour, 90-space car park; cycle parking; a waiting room and toilets. The station has no automated barriers; however, Oyster Pre-Pay has been made available by National Rail at the station.

Disabled access is currently poor: although the London bound platform is accessible, access to the Southbound platform is only via the pedestrian bridge or a long set of steps. However, under the Department for Transport’s Access for All scheme – a disabled access fund to create obstacle-free routes to, from and between trains – Worcester Park station will be made accessible to wheelchair users and those with pushchairs etc on both platforms in 2013.

On 10 December 2007 there was a landslide on the line near the station which caused major disruptions and cancellations to all services passing through the station for one week.

Read more about Worcester Park Railway Station:  Services, Gallery

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