Imperial Wharf Railway Station
Imperial Wharf is a railway station in Fulham, near to the boundary with Chelsea in west London on the West London Line. The station is between West Brompton and Clapham Junction stations and services are provided by London Overground and Southern.
The station opened on Sunday 27 September 2009 and is operated by London Overground.
The station is located in Sands End where the line crosses Townmead Road. It takes its name from the adjacent redevelopment of a brownfield, former industrial, site, which has been developed into a luxury 1,800 apartment river-side complex by property developers St George over the last five years. As the Imperial Wharf development continued to grow, so did the business case for the Imperial Wharf station. A further application for 1,500 residential units including a 37 storey tower was submitted to Hammersmith & Fulham Council in early 2009.
The station is also adjacent to Chelsea Harbour, and was known by this name during early stages of development; indeed its TIPLOC code is "CseaH" in computerised timetable systems.
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