There have been quite a few changes at Springfield Park this year. Strips of grass have been left unmown to attract butterflies. A nature conservation area has been specially fenced off. And there are little green signs everywhere, like the one on the left. Click on it if you’d like to see a bigger version, but I might as well tell you that it reads:
The Knoll
Part of Springfield Park Local Nature Reserve and Regionally Important Geological Site.
The ‘Knoll’ is a gravel area with a thin dry ‘acid’ soil that would once have been heath land. It has locally rare plants like Sheeps Sorrell and is home to hundreds of solitary bees that live in the soil.
It’s a nice idea, but these signs are so clearly part of some “educate the ignorant townies” initiative. Not that I mind: I’ve learnt a lot, and I was brought up next to and within the countryside.
I did wonder, though, what we would get if the tables were turned. If the council were to put information signs in Hackney’s streets, with the aim of educating ignorant yokels from the provinces, what would be written on them.
Would it be something like this?
Dalston
Part of the North London Local Pickpockets Reserve and Regionally Important Drive-by Shooting Site.
‘Dalston’ is a concrete area with a roaring ‘acid’, ‘crack’ and ‘heroin’ trade that once would have been dominated by opium. It has locally rare plants like ‘Purple Haze’ skunk weed and is home to hundreds of people who have been forced to live in third-rate local authority housing.
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What signs would you erect to help educate a country visitor to your area?
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Affected bourgeois ponces
Old school Irish pubs.
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Please note the ‘Royal’ in the name.
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Now please don’t loiter there; my Range Rover can’t get through and if I don’t hurry, Waitrose will be out of Telegraphs.
Puss