Jason Goodwin rages against the sign-erecting quangos who are helping tourists miss the point.
Imagine, for one moment, that you are not a wise and gentle reader of Country Life, but foolish and hot-tempered, and find yourself waiting in line at a dispensary. The chemist says something you find hard to understand, to which, gentle reader, you react with fury. Inchoate rage seizes you by the throat. As the red mist descends, your eye falls on a notice pinned to the…
