Jenny, author of the blog An English Travel Writer posted Signs of The Times yesterday. As always it was an interesting post and, as always it had some unusual and interesting photos in addition to information: Jenny is, after all, a travel writer (amongst other things). She also has a very keen eye for good photos. However today what realy struck me was the wonderful psychology evident in this notice:
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| © Jenny Woolf whose permission I have cheekily assumed she would give if I asked. Thank you Jenny. I know you are busy |
Evidence on the day seemed to suggest that it works!
It reminded me of an equally interesting notice that Pauline and I saw in Northland on our last visit:
Even Pauline turned back and that has to be a first!
I find both of these signs quite interesting, especially the second one.
ReplyDeleteI had to look up rubber neckers, but I liked the "Holy Rollers" and the "associated riff raff" descriptions.
Virginia now that I'm back in Scotland I realise that some of the terms are not readily understood outside of the Antipodes. It's strange how, when one lives in a place even only half one's life, that one adapts to a different language almost.
DeleteThere couldn't have been much better to see than that notice! Although I think we could have easily passed for "the vague and lost" and been forgiven. But the thought of Camp Mother appearing in her pink velour jumpsuit, turban and handbag would be enough to frighten even the bravest intruder. Shame the rest of the world doesn't know who she is.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely Pauline. It was the highlight of the trip down that particular lane although the area was very beautiful indeed.
DeleteNo idea what rubber neckers and Holy Rollers are, but since I am not into camping holidays in the first place, it is highly unlikely I'd become one of the "undesirables" there. I must admit, though, that I fully agree with the bit about wanting a quiet, peaceful holiday.
ReplyDeleteMeike, an example of rubber neckers is the person who, when driving past a crash on the motorway, looks at the crash and turns his head all the way round to get a view (ie he has a rubber neck). Holy Rollers was originally a term used for certain religions (I know Methodists was one from my youth) but has become a derisive term for God botherers in general ie those unwelcomingly proselytising. It was a good place for a peaceful holiday. In fact so peaceful when we were there that there was no-one on the site nor in the area.
DeleteApropos signs, I do like it when they say "please", as in "please drive carefully through our village".
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the post (ie your post, not the letters we received this morning. I have to watch myself now).
You do so make me laugh Frances. I do enjoy your sense of humour.
DeleteI did not know the terms "rubber neckers" or "holy rollers" either. (I do now, so I learnt something!) If ever you go back there, my guess is that you might find "paparazzis and assorted bloggers" added to the list... :)
ReplyDeleteGiven Google's search results I deliberately didn't put the name of the place in Monica.
DeleteI can understand that :)
DeleteYou are quite right - I haven't been visiting blogs for the past few days, but you most certainly have my retrospective permission! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a most alarming notice the other one is. I can't help wondering exactly what these campers DO? Is it a campsite for nudists? And I am wondering what category I fall into. When I was a child in Australia I was sometimes (often) known as Sticky Beak so I suppose that means I am a Rubber Necker.
I hadn't thought of that as a possible reason for the campsite notice Jenny. Pauline (an Australian Kiwi) thought it was just Camp Mother being overenthusiastic. She sounds like she'd be a real bundle of fun if you crossed her.
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