Kentish Town Station

Kentish Town station is a London Underground and National Rail station in Kentish Town in the London Borough of Camden. It is at the junction of Kentish Town Road (A400) and Leighton Road. It is in Travelcard Zone 2.

The station is served by the High Barnet branch of the London Underground Northern line, and by First Capital Connect Thameslink trains on the National Rail Midland Main Line. It is between Camden Town and Tufnell Park on the Northern line and between West Hampstead and St. Pancras International stations on the main line.

It is the only station on the High Barnet branch with a direct interchange with a National Rail line, additionally an Out of Station Interchange (OSI) with Kentish Town West is permitted.

There are four National Rail surface platforms and two London Underground underground platforms. National Rail trains are operated by First Capital Connect and Southeastern, with northbound trains running to Luton and southbound to Sutton, Orpington and Sevenoaks, via London St. Pancras and Blackfriars. At weekends, there is no southbound service. East Midlands Trains InterCity services from Leeds, Sheffield and Leicester pass through but do not stop.

Ticket barriers control access to both London Underground and National Rail platforms.

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