A fairly gorgeous derelict cottage in the village of Bintree, Norfolk. Good light and cool paint-splashed walls, and, upstairs, an unusual find - held in place by a glass jar, a sealed envelope marked with the words 'To Whomever Doth Find Me' in flowery lettering. Naturally curious - and, I admit, glancing round me for signs of a body swinging from a noose - I tore it open.
Inside was a poem. Written by a figure calling him/herself The Cursed Wordsmith, there was also a note asking the finder to visit the author's Facebook page and there enter details of the poem - content, location found, etc - with the hope that others will be able to piece together the clues and find other poems left around similar locations in Norfolk. A literary treasure hunt, basically, and an undeniably cute idea. (According to said Facebook page, another poem has been found in a nearby ROC post, so perhaps the author is local to the Bintree / Twyford area with urbexy interests?).
Anyhow. Eyes peeled, people.