Nestling at the end of the lawn, the further edge, the father hedge with mother hedge and little baby bird hedge tagging along unbeknownst to the F hedge. Some people say that the hedges are shaped more like hedges left to grow unattended than birds, but the shape is as unmistakable as the helping hand to Mother Nature in shaping them. The father hedge towers above its next of kin on a breezeless day, sitting noiselessly, noselessly minding his own ears, which some people say are really a nose. Earlessly nosing its hairless head, it seems to say, "What a glorious view."

Stand in their shadow, the hedges and sky above, the grass grows below but hedges a-B alive with the wildlife and hidelife of nature. Some say a ditch but we see a H and a very straight edge. Those who said a ditch may need their headsight examined (we don't mean that in a threatening way, just a gentle 'test your head' pat on the back). Their post-headsight-test hindsight will surely see a hedge.

Look in the hedges where all of nature's creatures who've made their niches in the hedges sit and and some-say-bite but some say 'some' is just a mechanic with an expertise on nature's creatures limited to how they'll react when taunted with an ice cream, so we say 'so there' to the some-say-bite, and 'well done' to the some-say-same, and 'very true' to the I'd-say-he-hasn't-been-quite-right-lately.

The long grass and wild flowers greet the hedges where the path meets the gate, peppered with wild flowers and things you wouldn't expect Mother Nature to leave lying around, and yes, it's another Mother N whose hand left them there against the will of her mind. Noreen. Walk through the shadows of the hedges and let your head be ssh and slow while you take in the things to be taken in. Walk on the path, in and out of shadows, and the take-in-the things will stay there forever as long as they're not scared-away-things or taken along. Say goodbye to those things at the end of the day so we can say hello to all of nature's creatures and 'you call yourself a mechanic?' to the some-say-curtain.

There are countless other places to visit in Mizzenwood, things to do, quiet streets to walk, century-old houses with stairways always up, not like the unfortunate down in some somes, picturesque houses with green doors as doors were green when doors were then. Or walk to the old train station with the falling-apart-in-your-hand window frames and the don't-put-your-hand-there warnings. Yes, we know the warnings would work better if they came first, but we did warn you. (Or we're telling you now. Don't always expect the warnings not to do things to come before you do things).

Buy in one or two or more of Mizzenwood's many fine retail outlets. More than two. Many more than mere, they offer a wide range of goods and services. Immy M than meagre, their products are of the highest quality, including traditional handcrafts.

Lots and lots today to do and tea for two in tea row rooms by the side of the ___ (wherever it comes to rest). Wherever you happen to come to rest beside you'll look back on a full day in Mizzenwood and yawn a happy yawn, feign a happy frown for the people who said you'd leave this town without ever a happy yawn if you'd leave the town at all.

Visit one of Mizzenwood's many public houses. Or two. Pick a number. Visit one or many or money. Walk in a strraarraaight line to the (watch your head) ground. Ignore the guide and just walk on to your next stop. Nestling nearly always, standing nearly standing, he'll be alright in a few hours when the pubs open.