Not the sort of sign you see often in the UK

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A seasonal piece of street art on a sign in Exeter Street, Covent Garden.

I’m not certain, but I think it might be by Clet Abraham.

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More amusing signage.

This time the mirth-making is utterly unintentional. Indeed I would suggest that that person responsible for this is utterly devoid of any sort of humour.

As you will see it says “Steep Drop” and as it is attached to the railings on a third floor stairwell it’s difficult to think of a drop that could be any steeper.

Of course I could be pedantic and say that it is not steep since that suggests an incline, but rather it is a shear drop. But then I would be as small-minded as the dolts responsible for twerposity of this sort. By which I mean the kind of Health and Safety tediousness which litters our world and serves no purpose other than an extremely slim, anti-Darwinian possibility of stopping idiots harming themselves.

Phew, relax, Clarkson moment over.

Glad I got that off my chest.

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Stone trains.

Big. Ugly. Long. Boring.

Necessary, I’m sure, but tedious.

Of course I’m entirely biased, because if anything wakes me at 3 a.m. on a summer’s morning, when the windows are open, it will be a stone train. That I can guarantee.

To add to that, I will also be certain not to get back to sleep until five minutes before the alarm is due to go off.

And it’s always the case that if our local crossing barriers are down on an occasion when it’s really important to get to the other side, the cause will always be a stone train.

I’m not a fan.

Lately I’ve seen a few (it’s not the same one) that have been lightly bombed. In the spray-can sense that is. And that fills me with glee. With their big flat sides they make a great canvass and it seems a shame that such enhancement has to be illicit. It would make the world more a interesting, and illustrative, and less grindingly gruesome, place if someone routinely jazzed-up these dull, ugly behemoths of the rails.

More “humourous” van signage.

Drainage companies seem to really go for this.

Saw this for the first time the other day, on a street I’d walked down many, many times.

It is only visible if you walk south down the street and I’ve practically always been heading north.

Amazing what a small change in routine can bring about.  

Great signage.

As you get older time seems to go ever faster. But somehow the weeks from the end of the fishing season have ground on with a glacial density.

I have filled the time with thinking about fishing, reading about it, looking at and (too often I’m afraid) buying tackle. But then I have also made some from scratch. More actively, I have renovated a decrepit old pushbike and fitted it with racks in anticipation of trips to the water when the car’s spoken for.

But none of this has been enough. In fact all of it hasn’t been enough. Last week it was so bad that I had to go and look at some water. I kidded myself that it was a scouting trip for the first day of the season, but really I just wanted to be at the bankside. And it worked too, lifting my mood massively. A big dose of nature and adventure. 

En route I saw some humorous signage, this time on a barge rather than a van.

I also clocked this piece of sculpture perched on a mooring post and looking for all the world like a totem pole.

And when I got to the water I was recce-ing I saw lots of pasty people despoiling a green space in a variety of ways. But I also saw fish. Lots of rather blatant little ones.

And some far shadowier big ones.

And if I was clever enough to put a soundtrack on this post – it would be this.