My parents reside about two miles away from my house in a house which they've lived in since 1973 and ergo, where I grew up. It's a strange place, but I won't elaborate too much and hopefully admitting that it was built on the same ground where once occurred one of the worst Stone Age massacres in living history won't affect the resale price in the long run, not even in these times of suburban property shortages.
What my folks really like doing is gardening, but no, not in the traditional trug-wielding way that spiritedly sixtysomethings enjoy, oh no - it's much stranger than that. Take for example, their Model Village:
They also appreciate Easter Island Moai Statues whom Charlie Brooker once wittily quipped that they closely resembled the former Doctor, Matt Smith:
Of course, it wouldn't be a garden without other random statues scattered around - my personal fave is the enormous squirrel.