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.
We know where you live, Mr Simpson.
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/
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!
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
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
This is incredible.
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
Quite genuinely scary photos. Is the first one Dot Cotton? Is there a prize for guessing this? Ask around, I can send my address…