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.
