Through the arch window

Day two at Ragdale Hall and the girls have gone to an organised exercise class. African drumming or some such.

I don't do organised exercise, or organised anything very happily, so I took a disorganised walk around the grounds.

Last night I was texting Pete about the number of laminated signs there are everywhere here, telling you not to do things. Pete cheekily sent me a video of state hotels in Hungary during communism. I was beginning to feel slightly institutionalised (in a good way), (sort of), so the escape was good.

Until I saw this sign in the middle of nowhere!