As we have enjoyed this sabbatical, we have seen many signs. No, not the oracle-of-Delphi type signs, nor the M. Night Shyamalan variety. We mean just signs, signs that somebody stuck on a wall. Many signs are different from what they’d be back in the U.S. of A. So we thought we’d share a few, with annotations.
There should be more of these around, in all parts of the world.
This stencil was left by the Union Canal in Edinburgh.
Many park benches are dedicated to someone. This is one of the sweetest, in Edinburgh’s Inverleith Park.
We see this speed-limit sign quite frequently. But is it miles or kilometres?
Golf is a theme in Scotland. And it requires signage.
Some signs require more reading time than others. This is on a bridge in Melrose.
Other signs are elegant in their brevity. (This is on the back of a bench in Haddington.)
Many telephone boxes have been converted from their archaic former use. Guess what this Portobello booth is.
This speaks for itself.
This is a work of art at the National Gallery of Modern Art, but also counts as a sign. We like the message.
This signage is in Edinburgh. House of worship, or awkward name for an Asian restaurant?
At Melrose Abbey, a warning you do not see often.
Why is JFK associated with a cartoon rabbit here?
On the door of Stobo Kirk:
On the John Buchan Way, a flurry of lamb-related signs.
On the Fife Coast Path, the threat of quicksand is ever near:
Oddly, that one is not far from the best toilet of the year.
A motto to live by: If you need it classy, make sure a balloon is involved.
And a couple of environmental reminders.
More to come, as we spot them.