'Do not travel' warning issued after signal fault closes major train station
Weekend plans have been upended for thousands of people after all railway lines in Leeds were shut today due to a signalling system fault.
CrossCountry, LNER, Northern and TransPennine Express all issued a 'do not travel warning' to customers today as all lines are blocked.
Services could be axed, and the ones that can run could be delayed by up to two hours.
It is thought that the Leeds station had to close after overcrowding.
National Rail said: 'A fault with the signalling system in the Leeds area means all lines are closed.
'No trains are able to run to / from / through Leeds and will be cancelled, delayed by up to 120 minutes, revised or diverted. More Trending
'Leeds station is currently closed.
'Major disruption is expected until the end of the day.'
Here are the affected routes: CrossCountry between Penzance / Plymouth / Bristol Temple Meads and Edinburgh, between Reading and Newcastle, and between Plymouth and Leeds / Glasgow Central LNER between London Kings Cross and Bradford Forster Square / Skipton / Leeds / Harrogate Northern between Blackpool North / Blackburn / Leeds and York, between Lancaster / Morecambe / Chester / Wigan Wallgate / Manchester Victoria / Bradford Interchange / Bradford Forster Square / Lincoln / Skipton / Ilkley / Castleford / Knottingley / Halifax / Hull / Goole / Doncaster / Sheffield and Leeds, between Leeds and Harrogate / Knaresborough / York / Ribblehead / Carlisle, and between Halifax / Bradford Interchange and Hull TransPennine Express between Liverpool Lime Street and Newcastle / Edinburgh, between Hull / Scarborough and Leeds, and between Manchester Victoria and Leeds / York / Scarborough / Saltburn / Redcar Central
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