On the way back from the Olive Tree pub meal I went to show Bryn and Shane a low shed with the word Nancy over it. I wondered if a goat lived there, and was amused as the beer Shane and I had just had was called goat's milk. We saw a white tail in the shed and it was twitching. It looked too fluffy for a goat tail, perhaps a collie in a kennel, but there was also a lot of hay in there. Without managing to make a positive id of the inhabitant, but at least confirming an animal lived there, Shane called my attention to a sign on the gate. I expected it to be helpful to the query before us, like "beware of the dog" but no it was an entirely new and different warning sign to watch your feet in this back yard. Nothing to do with dogs or goats though.