It wasn't at all clear where I wasn't supposed to go. Into the long grass, I supposed. Or perhaps I wasn't supposed to be where I already was. Nice lettering, I thought. Didn't leave quite enough room for the "Y", but squeezed it in OK. "Trespass" rather than "Trespassing" gave it a bit of a lord's prayer flavour, with a hope that the owner, as well as the lord, might forgive me my trespasses.