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Very apt, I've been there. Once whilst driving on the M4 with my mind in neutral, I saw a castle loom out of the mist and believed for a moment that I had missed the Bristol turn off and somehow had arrived in Wales. As I got closer, it turned out to be a stand of poplars that I passed every day.
I like it! There's a tree near us that looks remarkably like a giant with a large gun. Once you see it you always see it, if you get what I mean.
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