Be a Volunteer


There are plenty of ways to volunteer in Abingdon and today, Friday, there was an opportunity to find out about some of them, all under the Rococo ceiling of the Roysse Room.

Abingdon Town Council organised the Volunteer Recruitment Day in the Guildhall, bringing together local organisations looking for volunteers. The idea was to give people the chance to talk directly to the organisations themselves.

A dozen organisations were represented, from children’s charities and youth groups to environmental groups, disability support, advice services and community organisations.

Here are the ones I spotted:

  • Abingdon Good Neighbours — volunteers can provide companionship and practical help.
  • Abingdon Sea Cadets, Girlguiding and Thames Ridge Scouts — adult volunteers help run these different groups and support the young people.
  • ARCh – Assisted Reading for Children — volunteers work with children individually.
  • Citizens Advice provides free, independent and confidential advice.
  • Flexicare provides a sitting service for families with disabled children.
  • Helen & Douglas House — an Oxfordshire children’s hospice. Volunteers can help in a variety of ways, including charity shops, fundraising and events.
  • My Life My Choice supports people with learning disabilities to have greater choice and control over their lives.
  • One Planet Abingdon promotes more sustainable ways of living.
  • Oxfam — volunteers at the Abingdon shop can help with sorting and displaying donated goods, serving customers and the general running of the shop.
  • 35 Ock Street provides a welcoming community space. Volunteers help run the café.

Starbucks closes in Abingdon Market Place


Starbucks arrived in Abingdon on 28 December 2021, bringing its familiar green mermaid to the Market Place. It joined a well-established coffee culture in the town centre.

At the time, there were two Costas, Java, R&R Coffee, Coffee Aroma and Throwing Buns, while The Missing Bean had opened just a few months earlier. There were also numerous other cafés, restaurants and food outlets serving coffee alongside their main offerings.

The Starbucks was unusual among the Market Place coffee shops, with very little outside seating. There were plenty of seats inside.

Almost five years later, the sign and mermaid have disappeared from the Market Place and the windows are blacked out.

Behind the shop, equipment, packaging, cups and other Starbucks-branded items were piled up in the service area, and cartons of white chocolate – caramalised – banana flavour sauce.

Coffee drinkers in Abingdon are still well catered for, but there is no Starbucks.

Christmas has arrived in Abingdon – in September


Christmas has arrived at Sue Ryder in Abingdon.

On 23 September, with autumn only just getting underway, Sue Ryder has leapfrogged Halloween, with a large part of the charity shop turned into a ‘Sue Ryder Christmas Shop’.

There were Christmas decorations, wrapping paper, cards, gifts, toys, little Christmas trees and plenty of tinsel.

If you like to get your Christmas shopping done early, you can now get started three months before the big day. And if you don’t live in Abingdon, Sue Ryder also have an online Christmas Shop.

Pete at St Helen’s Church Yard


My name’s Pete. I’m the pigeon you’ll often see perched on the gravestones in St Helen’s churchyard. And before you say anything, no, I didn’t choose it because it’s holy. I chose it because it’s high, safe, and I can balance here. The local cats can’t bother me.

Now, about the foot. Probably the first thing you noticed. It’s bent up. Doesn’t hurt anymore. Doesn’t stop me. Doesn’t define me. Every pigeon in Abingdon knows: you’re not a proper town-centre bird until you’ve lost a toe, some feathers, or had a near miss with an e-scooter.

I misjudged a landing and ended up tangled in some orange mesh that twisted round me. I got out, but the foot didn’t come out too well. Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been a wing.

Being hit by a car or a truck is worse. A bad foot just slows you down. It’s not the end.

From up here I can see everything: dropped chips, lost ice-cream cornets, and the homo sapiens who think we pigeons need bread.

And I survive here. Bent foot. Near-on perfect body.

Attracting a female is a problem, though. My mating dance doesn’t hit the high notes. Some of the lads puff out their chests, strut about, and suddenly have an admirer cooing at them. I do my best: a hop, turn, wobble, flap. But it doesn’t bring the females out in raptures. Some of them are kind about it. But not kind enough to let me —

Hey. What’s going on there? Some homo sapien taking my photograph. Not even bird seed for it. Is it because of my foot?

I’m off!