On my little run round the lanes here I do tend to spot things. Normally pretty nature type things, but also on occasion the signs that are littered around us. Signs, they are there to tell us something, they are a message.
That good old Union Jack that is ever so popular on cushions, bedspreads, bags and boxes just now, does actually have another purpose in life, it is proudly displayed to say 'Made in Britain'. Okay so this old muck spreader was made quite a few years ago and does bear the signs of age as well as workmanship and the hmmmm muck!
We even have people round here, and some drivers do need to be reminded of that.
Signs tell us where we are. Always useful when you are running round and are just desperate to get home and get the whole movement business over with. This is the name of one of the local farms. Apparently many moons ago when the big farm was divided this smaller farm didn't even get a proper name, it just became 'Fifth part'.
Signs give you warnings. Attention, look at me, stop and listen, do not touch! It might be old and faded (know how it feels) but you get the message none the less.
Signs tell you what is happening, just in case you didn't notice already. After all, a tractor with 8 foot blades on the front slashing through hedges is often easy to miss.
But I am leaving the best till last, the ultimate in sign language, my piece de resistance, here it is…………………….
Signing off for today,