The answer is Hargrave, Northamptonshire, a tiny village on the way to the in-laws’ place. We were encouraged to stop off at Hargrave because they’re mounting a ‘Scarecrow Festival’ this weekend. I had no idea what to expect…
These pictures tell the story. Bear in mind that much of the village was deserted, lending a John Wyndham feel to proceedings. Every now and then you’d look over at a manicured lawn or step into the empty church and this is what you’d find…
I may never sleep well again.
I’m going back to London tomorrow. The countryside freaks me out.
Quite genuinely scary photos. Is the first one Dot Cotton? Is there a prize for guessing this? Ask around, I can send my address…
Despite the total freakishness of it all they are actually really good….the best my village has to offer is Morris Dancers once a year =D
This is incredible.
These are amazing, but I shall use them as supporting evidence next time my husband asks me why I’m a-feared of the countryside. x
Ha ha ha! We went to something like this a few years ago. There was a competition to guess who or what the scarecrows were, so prob a bit more upmarket than your one ;P
Holy fucking shit, i hope you got out pronto. I was just looking for the straw man? They’ve got those freaky things in church too.. Also looks like a scene from I am Legend..
I hate clowns and dolls – so glad I didnt come across this, I would’ve been in therapy for a while!
Beyond weird, is that meant to be Susan Boyle? David Tennant? Mind you I still would..
Oh yes we have freaky scarecrow festivals out here in Essex http://www.flickr.com/photos/moogyboobles/3298463448/
We know where you live, Mr Simpson.