George and Margaret, my parents in law, are staying for a few days. So I asked them to come back with views of Abingdon for the blog.
First is this Abingdon or Amsterdam? Not used to quite so many bikes in the hills of Cumbria.
George thought they were doing the drains but I know they are filling up with water for the blooms.
He saw these two with what looked like a long skipping rope. They were actually measuring up for a big lorry that’s coming in a week or two that may overhang the walkway.
George wondered whether this could be a horse park.
Also, George takes a pride in his bank, and is going to write to the HSBC bank to say he is disappointed how dirty the outside of their Abingdon building is compared to the one where he comes from in Cumbria.










