Worcester Shrub Hill Railway Station

Worcester Shrub Hill railway station is one of two railway stations serving the city of Worcester in Worcestershire, England. It is managed by London Midland, and it is also served by First Great Western.

The city's other station, Worcester Foregate Street, is situated in the city centre; Shrub Hill is situated to the east.

Read more about Worcester Shrub Hill Railway Station:  History, Railway Operations, Possible Closure Plans, Services, Waiting Room

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