No Cycling

There was a cut through in the estate where I grew up that had this sign at each end.
It was overgrown, dark and quite frightening when you were small, and a great place to be bad and generally hang out when you were older.
Typically of Wales it was called, rather functionally "the no cycling".
As in: "Mrs Evans swore blind she'd seen you smoking down the no cycling with that Prydderch boy"

I am inordinately fond of these signs as a result.

After seeing this I nearly bought some ciggies!