Faded roses hanging in a hawthorn high on Bodmin moor 13/7/12.
I'm assuming it's a summer solstice offering as the hawthorn is a pagan tree steeped in folklore, but it was a strange find on a grey windy day.
But then again they could have been left for a lost love one in a special place.
Or maybe something entirely different.
One of the things I love about photos is the way they tell a story without words, but sometimes the finds are so unusual any number of stories would fit.