First to catch the eye was a strange arrangement of bird feathers, placed sticking out of the ground and separated by a piece of string carefully tied in a bow. And all within a box traced in the ground around them.
Then a disemboweled Smurf, of all things, dangling from a nearby tree grinned at me as it swayed in the breeze with his arms outstretched!
So what is this, a new cult of the Bush - or just a bunch of pissed kids 'avin a larf? You be the judge.
Oh, and on the way back home, look at what I saw on the top of someone's roof in a quiet suburban W12 street - we're a strange lot in Shepherd's Bush, you see...