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Ice and Birds

Ice and Birds
Temperatures have not gone much over freezing since Sunday’s snow. There are still places where it is icy and slippery under foot and where caution is required. I have had many unexpected slips on ice in the past, starting with a broken arm falling off my tricycle – aged four.

Yesterday we walked through the Abbey Gardens and along the Mill Stream and beyond.
Ice and Birds
There were two swans near the concrete bridge near the swimming pool.
Ice and Birds
A heron was stood further along, partly hidden.
Ice and Birds
At Barton Fields there were lots of small birds on the bird feeders.
Ice and Birds
Robins were singing along most of the route. One at Radley Lakes stayed long enough for a picture.
Ice and Birds
Most of the birds were some way away at Thrupp Lake but the ice did mean the very muddy parts were not quite so muddy.

Coming back along the cycle way, a red sign indicated Abingdon as 1.75 miles away. So that made yesterday’s walk about 4 miles and we got home without falling.

Abingdon Peace Group celebrates UN treaty to ban nuclear weapons

 ban nuclear weapons
Last Friday the first-ever UN treaty to ban nuclear weapons came into effect. The day was marked on Abingdon Market Place by the Abingdon Peace Group.

The treaty prohibits signatories from producing, stockpiling, selling and using nuclear weapons. The treaty was passed by the UN in 2017, with 123 countries voting for and 38 voting against. It has so far been ratified by 52 states and others are in the process. Signatories are mostly from Africa, Latin America and Asia.
 ban nuclear weapons
They include some European nations including Ireland. Will the UK follow? The archbishops of Canterbury and York, and many bishops of both Anglican and Catholic dioceses have publicly called on the UK government to sign it.

There are an estimated 13,400 nuclear weapons worldwide. Such weapons are overwhelmingly owned by the USA, and Russia. Other countries with nuclear weapons include: China, France, UK, Pakistan, India, North Korea and probably Israel. Signatories do not include any countries that own these nuclear weapons or any Nato members.

Thankyou to Feng Ho for the pictures.

More Snow in Abingdon

More Snow in Abingdon
Daniel has taken more amazing aerial views of Abingdon.
More Snow in Abingdon
Tim sent me pictures of a lot of the snow people in his street. Some melted before he could get to them. This one appears to be supported by the wheelie bin.
More Snow in Abingdon
Michael visited the Albert Park and sent one of the more exotic snow people

10 poems about Abingdon

I have a proposal for the 2021 blog project. I will post, on this blog, poems in the category ‘Poems About Abingdon‘. They could be written by you or they could be poems we can get the rights to publish. You have until end of September. Some will go into a book of poems and pictures called ‘Ten Poems About Abingdon‘. All rights will remain with the author. Send poems to backstreet60@gmail.com .

Here to start us off is a verse I have been trying to write …

Poems about Abingdon
Walking the 1556 Abingdon Bounds

Eighty people and two mutts
meet as planned on New Years’ Day.
The Town Crier swings his bell and cries,
‘God Bless the Queen! Hear ye!’ ‘Hear ye!

The leader welcomes ‘one and all’
to walk the ancient Borough Bounds
where Mayor and Council once paraded
to know by heart their chartered lands.

Refashioned as a two hour walk
to help us trim our growing waists –
filled with turkey, bowls of nuts,
selection boxes, After Eights.

Not long until we’re back at work –
down East St Helen Street we walk.
Some saunter, chatting, in the road
and regroup at St Helen’s Wharf.

The leader reads the Tudor route
and then a modern commentary
‘… from aforesaid Helen’s Bridge …
to the new promontory …’

Herding idlers to the Park
The Town Crier rings and hails ‘The Queen!’
Albert’s statue stands aloft –
taken young – what he has seen!

We come across a boundary stone
warn smooth and without date or number.
A New Year cry again resounds
And wakes the sleepers from their slumber.

The town has broken all its bounds
with modern houses, gardens, walls.
The boundary stones are overgrown,
The River Thames floods and sprawls.

By the weir we cross the River
and note a boundary stone marked ‘A’ –
used as a latch – for a gate,
‘What a shame!’ the people say.
Poems about Abingdon