On day one a giant snow tortoise was formed in the Albert Park, which I never saw and am not sure I believe in.

By day two it had been smashed, and a young lad with a wheelbarrow was making it into something else.

By day three it had turned into a olympic style toboggan run.

By day ten all that remained was a small pile of snow. It could be the last snow in Abingdon, unless anybody knows better.

Meanwhile, we have enjoyed a spring like weekend. The floods have gone, and the floating B&B has been salvaged. But, as the Abingdon Herald reports, it is unlikely to be a B&B again.