Trying to have a bracing rural stroll around a National Trust property can represent, at times, something of a challenge to the psychonaut. This antler guy fucker followed me all over the parkland at Wentworth the other week.
Faces in the fukken bark, maaan
Farm-fresh artisan psychedelia
Taking Trip Advisor literally.
The basic moral of the story here is not to let menacing service staff and pulsating menus put you off asking how to get to the outside seating.
Why not visit and review it yourself - comments and feedback also welcome:
