Below, this horse chestnut tree is smothered in burrs - think of all that lovely burr-chestnut to be produced when it is felled.
On our way back I heard a two-stroke motorbike in the distance. As the noise got closer I stopped, turned towards it and waited. Over the brow of a hill appeared the front wheel followed by the helmet and shoulders of the rider who seeing me in the dip looking at him, promptly stopped. I continued to wait and look, a short conversation with his pillion passenger ensued before both dismount. The rider then proceeds down the hill on foot towards me taking his helmet off as he goes.
"Eh, sorry, do yer know where Park farm is?"
I replied No.
"Is it this way?" indicating going past me.
I again replied No.
"Yer don't want me here do yer?"
I replied No, I did'nt.
"Can I go back the way I've come?"
"Are yer going to call the Police?"
Producing my mobile from my pocket I reply, maybe.
"Sorry, I'll go back then Ok?"
So off he goes back up the hill, mounts his bike, pillion climbs back on and off they go to disturb somewhere else....leaving me to continue walking in peace and them thinking they had just had a close encounter with the owner of a stately home - must have been the tiara...