Here's our Toad - overlooking Denny Bottom where we live.
Apparently he's a completely natural rocky phenomena, but I think the Victorians were big fat liars... He's perched precariously on top of a rocky plinth wiht railings around in case he topples over. Someone, at some point, has painted an eye onto him, just to make sure we don't confuse his shape with something else. Like a bit of rock.
We do love our Toad. Not every village has one you know!