It's a sign!

During our sojourn in Devon we sauntered over to Salcombe because everyone said "you must go to Salcombe, it's lovely".

What, everyone in the woal worl, all at once Awa-Rich?

The place is rather picturesque but the shops on the main street told the story. Is this Salcombe or Chelsea? The motorised conveyances confirmed this was indeed Cheyne Walk on Sea, as did the prices in the restaurants.

Aynho, we ambled down to North Sands in search of a long vanished hotel where a colleague of Marie's spent many happy days in her youth. Rather than go back the way we had come we took the bridlepath which was much more interesting - and steep.

This is where I saw a sign. It made me smile - although it's a serious sign doing serious work - but it was in the middle of nowhere.

A frustrated farmer with a sense of humour