In my last blog i was writing about lamp-posts. But what about signposts? A few years ago I was walking along the footpath at the back of Wellington Airport, at the Cook Strait end, next to the sea ...
The gale force winds were howling right at me. I pushed into the wind, head down, eyes to the pavement, inwardly cursing the fact that I lived in Windy Wellington. Thank goodness I was wearing a cap to protect my eyes from the grit and sand swirling everywher-
I had crashed into a signpost.
Rubbing my sore head, and furious with myself for being such a klutz, I read the sign:
Watch For Low-Flying Aircraft
It should have read 'Watch for Low-Lying Signs'...