Crocodile rock.

I took a friend to the hospital this morning, he was going through some rather substantial examinations and I was pleased to be able to help him get there in time, without him having to think about busses and long walks on top of being worried about the event itself. It's very nice living in the country but when busses are scarce it loses a bit of its charm. 

In the evening we celebrated that everything went very smooth and had a small dinner at my place with something  nice to drink.

The rock must be a petrified crocodile head from some ancient pagan ceremony, I believe.