We come from Abingdon, which is near Oxford, which is England, which is just off the coast of Europe. Not much of a page at the moment, is it? I'll see if I can find some maps, and some pictures of Abingdon, and other important locales of our career. But later. For now, here's Bill Bryson's view of Abingdon from his brilliant "Notes From A Small Island":

I reached Abingdon by way of a back lane from Sunningwell. Abingdon had one of the best kept council estates I think I've ever seen - huge sweeps of lawn and neat houses - and a handsome town hall built on stilts as if somebody was expecting a forty-day flood, but that's as much as I'm prepared to say about Abingdon. It has the most appalling shopping precinct, which I later learned had been created by sweeping away a raft of medieval houses, and a kind of dogged commitment to ugliness around its fringes.