This was how my first ride around Hamsterley Forest in the North Pennines played out. It was around 8 in the evening, the sun was starting to set, I was one of only a few people in the forest, around 5km into my ride, and the waymarkers that had been regular and reliable so far had deserted me.
I was not worried about getting lost – I could just head back the way I came if necessary. But I did want to complete the ride I had set out to do.
The leaflet I’d picked up in the car park showed three waymarked biking routes: blue, red and black. I was trying out the 15km blue route.
The ride started well, with waymarkers appearing frequently along the trail and at every junction or point where tracks crossed one another. A blue arrow on a white background behind some clear Perspex pointed the way on each one.
Presumably as a consideration for colourblind riders – or as a belt-and-braces approach to make the route obvious – each of these square markers were accompanied by another with a blue-toned image of a montain biker and the words ‘Blue Trail’.
All good stuff… until the waymarkers seemed to disappear.
I passed two junctions before the welcome sight of a marker post came into view. Relief was short lived as this post bore none of the waymarking described above.
But there was a white arrow on a blue background. Could this be an older piece of signage showing the blue route? Or just waymarking for the National Cycle Network, which was also referenced on the post? And did that follow the blue trail or go somewhere else.
The post also had a round white disc with black arrow and a mountain bike symbol. There was a smaller anodised metal square, too. This featured a white arrow on a sort-of-grey-might-have-once-been-blue background.
Could one of these relate to my trail?
Unsure, I retraced my tracks to the last ‘proper’ sign, then headed up the trail again. I was convinced I had missed something… but no.
So I pressed on, and had just decided to give up on the waymarking and make up my own route when a post with the original form of signage appeared.
Relieved – but very wary – I pedalled on, completed the rest of the route and reflected on the two key communication lessons highlighred by my evening’s experience.
1. The confounding of expectations
The regular waymarking at the start of the route – including arrows at every junction or split in the trail – set an expectation of regular waymarking for the entire route.
But maybe it was easy to install waymarkers close to the car park and more effort deeper into the forest. Or maybe someone got carried away with the frequency of the markers over the first few kilometres, then realised the budget would not allow enough to maintain that frequency throughout the whole route.
Come what may, the result of setting up an expectation then not delivering against it is that people become confused, disillusioned and disappointed.
I often see this with the likes of blogs and social media.
A new brand posts news articles every day for a week… then once every week or so for a few months… and then nothing for a year.
Another company religiously posts on Twitter, LinkedIn, Facebook and Instagram. Then not so much on LinkedIn. Then rarely on Facebook. Has a mad burst on Twitter for a while. Then each channel barely limps along, kept going by an occasional retweet or comment.
It happens in other areas of business too.
The high-street bakery that says it’s open every day till 5pm but decides to close at 3pm today ’cus things got a bit quiet. The garage that impressed you by washing and valeting your car whenever it’s in for a service, but left it dirty this time because they’re a bit busy.
Faced with un-met expectations, followers (be that of waymarks, blogs or bakers) may just give up like I almost did and go their own way. They may bad-mouth you to others, sharing the tale of their disappointing experience and warding friends, family or fellow business off.
Communication or actions that set expectations have to be met without fail. Consistency is a cornerstone of trust and as such is priceless.
And the cost of being consistent is usually a fraction of the cost of letting people down.
2. The curse of knowledge