Let’s celebrate the eccentricity that lies at the heart of the English character.

This is the Flowerpot Man on the roof that I spoke of in my earlier Diary entry. I was worried about rain then, but it was spotting all day today (and raining hard by tea-time) so why worry today? However, it turned out that the householder valued his privacy, had a lock on the gate & no bell. I needed to get higher to get a good photo & could not (or at least, not without breaking in). My cheap smartphone has a decent camera but only a digital zoom (which I did not use), so the man is very small.

The next picture has another of my favourites, which is Gargoyles, in Marshall Hill Drive.

The Ecclesiastical Boundary runs down Marshall Hill Drive (not quite true! see 11 Sep Diary), up Simkin Avenue (the next street on the other side of the table in the road) then up Donkey Step (which is just to the right of the lamppost and which, to my mind, that closest Gargoyle appears to be looking at). Here is another view of the same 3 gargoyles from the other side:

One curiosity is that Marshall Hill is no longer on the map, and only on the old Bartholomew map; I’m looking for a way to add it, although I’m waiting first to see if any of the locals remember it, or use it, any more.