I mean, is it me, or is this half man/half tree Snetterton landmark just plain scary?  It somehow brings to mind an unsettling image of the kind of nature worshipping, sandal wearing pagans who did for Edward Woodward in that film that I'm still too emotionally scarred by to watch a second time.

And before it is pointed out that I'm completely off line for the approach to Sear, I cite the need to keep rain tyres cool as my defence.  Luckily for the tyres, the promise of that brooding sky was fulfilled and it was raining again by the time I got to the Bomb Hole.