Alas...

This is another one from Hastings. On the last day we were there we walked through the woods to visit the nearest neighbours, seeing this tree skull (seemingly very realistic) on the way. Not sure what it was doing there, except as a prelude to the classical study of English eccentricity you would find upon going further towards the house. The lady of the house was just about to leave as we got there - to a friend's 60th birthday party which was apparently going to involve a pub crawl followed by a round of crazy golf, and possibly some "headbanger" music at a club. Oh, and this entire program of activities was to be undertaken in medieval costume, for some reason destined to remain obscure. Rock on.