This wire net fence divides the Masefield Crescent play area that side, and the dog walking field this side. Over the years the fence has been mended and broken many many times. Its even more broken at the top end of the field along the main dog walking way. I cannot blame ne’er-do-wells … there is just something doesn’t love this fence.

Thanks Greg from Blue Door Lettings for his comment yesterday. Greg has an amusing blog called ‘Our Man in Lettings’. He is now a part of Abingdon History being one of the last to vacate the Old Gaol buildings about to undergo redevelopment. In his own words and pictures:

“Here you can see my window in the middle of the top floor, the Old Gaol boarded up behind to the left and the Police Station to the right. We’ll see how it all looks in a couple of years’ time….”

“It is with some sadness that we have left number 25 Bridge Street to its fate at the hands of Cranborne Homes but with men in suits spraying the walls with words like ‘poor’ and ‘danger’ we thought it was time to go.Our new place is at 5-7 Stert Street just next to Pizza Express, across the road from Added Ingredients, up the road from Pamela Lucas and Mostly Books and above a stock broker. We are in good company…”

Here is his view up Stert Street. You’ll have to visit Our Man in Lettings to see the view down Stert Street. Its worth it.

If these signs in the town centre are anything to go by

TO LET signs are getting bigger.

This new book shows scenes from Lechlade to the Houses of Parliament taken by Henry Taunt. Abingdon gets the front and back cover for some reason.

Two photographers have recreated the scenes in colour.
Admittedly, their pictures are better than this one of mine, but they have not lined up the edge of Old Anchor Inn with the third Almshouse chimney quite as well as I think I have.

The Henry Taunt pictures will form part of an exhibition at Abingdon Museum later in the year. The long victorian exposures make sure that there is not a single swan or duck or ripple to be seen, and the reflections are like a mirror