Bearing in mind where I live, it could be suggested that taking on the responsibility for collecting for The Royal National Lifeboat Institution (RNLI) might meet with about the same level of enthusiasm as Noah may have encountered when he set about building his ark. In other words (as one neighbour pointed out), there isn't likely to be much call for the RNLI near the top of one of the highest hills in the south-east of England.
As it happens, however, I have been doing the 'job' for the past two or three years and, apart from the aforementioned neighbour, almost everyone has been very generous; so, this morning, as it was such a nice day, I decided to walk down to 'our' village (rather than drive) to return my collection box to the local administrator.
On the way, I passed an impressive display of daffodils.......
On the way back from the village, although I didn't actually see the incident (it was behind me), I heard a car skidding to a rapid halt and I looked back to see that it had done so in order to avoid running into a mountain-biker who had failed to stop before emerging from - surprise. surprise - a clearly sign-posted footpath.