Plastic 'warning' signs with a poem about coronavirus printed onto them have appeared across Bristol, and in other towns and cities including Taunton.
A total of 31 signs have been put up in various locations across the city including in Clifton, St Pauls and at one end of the Junction Swing Bridge on Merchants Road.
The poem, inspired by Clement Clarke Moore's 'Twas the night before Christmas, was written by John Adams - a dairy farmer and aspiring poet from Dorset.
He paid a printing company £400 to make up a total of 80 signs which he has installed in numerous towns and cities across England, with the help of his London-based girlfriend Ros and Bristol-based brother Jack.
"I've worked as a dairy farmer in West Dorset for five years but it's always been my ambition to be a poet," said the 24-year-old.
"Ever since attending school in Bristol, where I grew up, I've been interested in poetry and I've found that working on a quiet farm in the countryside is quite a good place to come up with inspiration.
"It was quite expensive making 80 of the signs and it's not cheap sending them to my girlfriend and brother for them to put up, but I've received some really positive feedback so far so it's been worth it.
"With the help of my girlfriend I wrote the poem over the course of six months. It was really fun having something to work on throughout a gloomy period and we're happy with how it has come out."
John and his brother Jack put the first batch of signs up in Bristol just after Christmas, before Jack put more up on Saturday (January 23) having been sent more in the post by John.
The signs can also be found in Winchester, Taunton, Exeter and Plymouth, as well as in south London.
John thought up the start of the poem while sat in the pub of his hometown on the night before the first lockdown began on March 22, feeling despondent about the future.
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The poem begins: 'Twas the night before lockdown, no one could sleep.
Even the mice were infected; I heart not one squeak;
The shutters were down, locked up with care.
It mattered not anyway, each shelf was bare.
The poem goes on to cover many incidents and talking points we've all become familiar with since the pandemic began last March, from clapping for carers to the Eat Out To Help Out scheme.
While the poem serves as a reminder of the gloomy events that have unfolded over the past 10 months, it ends on an positive note.
It concludes: We'll beat this virus, let's forget about the cost.
We still have each other, despite what's been lost.
It'll still be Christmas; it'll still be New Year.
You must remain vigilant, but doesn't live in fear.
One day we'll hear, on an unassuming night.
'Good evening to all, we're at the end of the fight.'
You can keep up to date with John's latest work by following his Instagram page.
