Avon County Council

Avon County Council was the county council of the non-metropolitan county of Avon in south west England. It came into its powers on 1 April 1974 and was abolished on 1 April 1996 at the same time as the county. The county council was based in Bristol at Avon House and Avon House North. It was replaced with four authorities: Bristol City Council, South Gloucestershire Council, North Somerset Council and Bath and North East Somerset Council.


Former county councils of England
  • Avon
  • Bedfordshire
  • Berkshire
  • Cambridgeshire and Isle of Ely
  • Cheshire
  • Cleveland
  • Cornwall
  • Cumberland
  • Durham
  • East Riding
  • East Suffolk
  • Greater Manchester
  • Hereford and Worcester
  • Herefordshire
  • Holland
  • Humberside
  • Huntingdon and Peterborough
  • Huntingdonshire
  • Isle of Ely
  • Isle of Wight
  • Kesteven
  • Lindsey
  • London
  • Merseyside
  • Middlesex
  • North Riding
  • Northumberland
  • Rutland
  • Shropshire
  • Soke of Peterborough
  • South Yorkshire
  • Tyne and Wear
  • West Midlands
  • Westmorland
  • West Riding
  • West Suffolk
  • West Yorkshire
  • Wiltshire

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