Cows. On their own they’re placid enough but it’s a bit unnerving to encounter an autonomous column of them marching down a narrow lane.
Where are they going? And why? Bringing up the rear was a man who might have been a farmer but who was controlling who? I reckon the cows might have been exerting powerful MIND CONTROL.
Later on, having narrowly avoided enslavement to the cow legion, I found this nice statue hidden in a wood near Mapledurham.
Pylons! They are so awesome. This one idling in a field somewhere near Pangbourne.