Sign of madness

Caroline was off to a sculpture trustees' meeting at Quenington this morning, so I cadged a lift part of the way. Leaving her to drive on from a little way beyond the top of the hill, I came back along the Cotswold Way.

It was a blustery day, the colours just on the turn. Walking down the steep former tramway from the top of Leckhampton Hill to Daisybank, the beeches looked particularly good.

At the start of the walk, I followed the rough track North from Ullenwood, certainly not fit for motor vehicles. Why the signage therefore?