I decided to take a short-cut between Coton and another hamlet by cycling down a "bridle path".
Bridle paths seem designated for horses, but judging by the single, grass-bare groove in the soil are frequently used by bikes.
Mountain bikes, probably, the serious type, rather than my enfeebled second-hand incredibly low-slung town bike. Nonetheless, like a good Australian I didn't allow totally inappropriate tools to prevent me tackling a job.
Anyway, while bouncing along the remains of a corrugated track made, it seemed, by giant tractor treads I came across this gem of a warning sign (click for larger image):
Because, y'know, its not as if horses hadn't been traversing this area for a while already ...