There are two main cemeteries in Abingdon: the Old and the New.

In the Old Cemetery there are two identical looking chapels. You’ll have to imagine the other.

Here you feel surrounded by history. It may feel like a sacred place to people with loved ones here, or who have booked a plot here.

And this is the New Cemetery. Two hot air balloons drift across from left to right.

Two people walk together down the path. I just watch them for a moment, then leave.

The museum roof is open most weekends during summer. In the foreground is the Old Gaol, and near the horizon: Didcot Power Station.

From up on the roof you can even see the occasional Pink Limo.

This view is down Bridge Street. Abingdon looks quite idyllic in this view. Its not idyllic. Its a real place.

At Abingdon Vale Cricket ground, croquet was being played today. This game involves hitting a ball through hoops with a long mallet, and may well be a distant cousin of Cricket, but I haven’t see it before at the Cricket Ground.

The Plane trees along St Helens Wharf were cut back last autumn, and started growing back slowly. This is a before-the-flood picture taken six weeks ago.

Six weeks on, and the sun has returned for the August bank holiday. Those leaves have got going.