Only in England, eh?
Pity.
It's a sign on one side of a bridge over a small creek.
Hands up if you knew what miscreants meant other than guessing at what it had to mean from the context?
Put up your hand if you remember when the last time was that you heard the word "miscreant" use in ordinary Canadian speech?
Discipline officer officer to alleged offender: "Miss Smythe, you are accused of being a miscreant; that you did, on the evening of Oct 31, wilfully and unlawfully ...
Ms. Smythe: No sir, I wasn't no Miss Creant. I was a ghoul.
Anyway, I saw that sign yesterday because, instead of taking my regular walking path along Rose Lane, past the T S Elliot Theatre, then to and along Dead Man's Walk and then elsewhere depending on where I wanted to go, I went east into the Magdalen College grounds to commune with the deer and other native wildlife. The deer were too relaxed, in the middle of their field, to get up and visit me so I wandered off, eventually to be inspected by a fox who stood still for long enough for me to get an almost good picture if it been close enough. Unfortunately, it was across a branch of the creek, too far away for a clear enough picture at my iPad's maximum zoom and too far to get anything useful at a lower magnification. Nonetheless, I tried.
Both of us stood still watching each other for about 3 minutes. The fox was clearly waiting to see what I'd do. It finally got bored of me and left, going back into the brush. I'd have stood there watching it for at least another 5 - 10 minutes, just because.
I waited for another 5 minutes to see if the fox would come back. It didn't.
It also didn't look the slightest bit underfed, undernourished.
Back to your regularly scheduled realities.
