A Sign of the Times?

During World War II, signposts were removed in what would surely have been a vain attempt to confuse any invading Germans (didn't the Third Reich have maps?). But at one time or another, we must all have suffered from missing signs or deliberately altered ones while on foreign territory - be that Swindon or Swaziland.

There's a sign on Frome Bridge which I pass regularly. It directs cyclists onto National Cycle Network route 24 and pedestrians to the railway station (it's a handy short cut if you're catching a train - 90% pedestrianised, avoiding the town centre and a steep hill). It is fixed to a post and is constantly being turned round, thus sending any visitor who doesn't know the town in the wrong direction. What a laugh, eh? All those people who visit Frome, spending money in the shops and restaurants, being sent God knows where. And you know what, depending on how much this wild goose chase spoils their day out, they might not come back. How hilarious is that?

I don't have a photo of the sign, but here's one of the bridge
(courtesy of Ross Websdale on Flickr).

I've tried to get into the mindset of those who tweak signs. Are they so disengaged from society (big or small) that to send someone up the wrong path is their perverse way of "making a difference"? While the more public spirited amongst us would get satisfaction from pointing a stranger in the right direction, these individuals get their kicks from the opposite?

Whatever their motivation, I shall continue to turn the sign back whenever it has been molested. And I urge you to do the same with any in your neck of the woods. A passing German might just thank you for it.