The wooden sign was covered in arrows:
red and yellow arrows
up and down arrows
left and right arrows.

We laughed at the non-sense of it;
at the ‘go-whichever-way-want’ of it;
at the ‘I-don’t-give-a-fuck’ of this
confused, confusing, utterly unhelpful little sign.

'Feels like my life,’ you said.
We stopped laughing.
‘Mine too,’ I replied.
We turned left.

My sister and I genuinely saw this sign on a walk from Newlyn to Mousehole in Cornwall recently – it made us laugh, until it didn’t. We actually turned right, but I didn’t want the last line to be interpreted as a political statement.

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