The old road
I had forgotten about road signs like this until we came across this one on our Borders walk. All of a sudden I was hurtled back to my childhood. Black and white striped signposts, empty roads, cars with 'trafficators' which flapped up from the doorpost to indicate turning. I read on Wikipedia that these 'have become increasingly rare since the 1950s'. I'm not THAT old - this was in the 1960s, but things moved slowly in north east Scotland. One of my earliest memories is of lying in bed looking out of the window on a winter's night, across to the village of Craigellachie under a starry sky. Car headlights came slowly down the road towards the station, and I remember my surprise at the unusual sight of these twin moving stars. I must have been about 4 years old.
For part of our walk we were on the old road between Melrose and the village of Eildon. It seemed to have become a private road between farms. Very gradually, the verges were creeping over the tarred surface.
The Romans had forts in this area for about 100 years, until they withdrew south to Hadrian's Wall in about 180 AD. Their military roads must have seen the same slow encroachment of leaves and beechmast.