As I walked along the promenade bordering the tiny village of Ma San Tsuen, I spotted two men picking their way along the coastal rocks of Lei Yue Mun.
I couldn't see what they were collecting, but a hunch told me they were planning to eat it.
I was more amused by their flagrant disregard for the government warning sign inside the fence over which they'd climbed to get down there.
Next time the sign-painter ought to place the Chinese text above the English, where it would be more visible.
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