I heard on the radio about the self styled grammar vigilante in Bristol, England who has spent years changing offending shop signs in the dead of night, removing errant apostrophes and adding them where they are missing. If he'd like to go international he might like to visit Waikiekie. I have a little job for his 'apostrophiser' - said to be a broom handle laden with two sponges.
I'd stopped short of this shed thinking now that I'm blogging regularly again I might re-join Tom, the Back Roads Traveller and his Barn Collective.
As I was driving on past it something caught my eye, a flash of white paint. I thought it said SLOW. I'd been following three young bucks on very loud and very fast motorbikes down the road. I say I had been because they had quickly disappeared from sight somewhere near the brow of this hill. Thinking the message was from an irate local towards noisy road-users, I was intrigued enough to stop and walk back for a closer look.
It actually says, "Slow, watch for my cat's" My cat's what I wondered? The dreaded apostrophe strikes again.
Not far away, propped against a tree, right beside the road was a much quieter (and much older) bike. I wonder what's the story behind its presence.
Waikiekie is an interesting place.