Trouble in the hedgerows. They're disappearing as people give up on them (I've noticed many shortcuts, for example, such as a couple of bands of barbed wire introduced among the otherwise sparce rows between paddocks) or just knock them down. It's a serious enough issue to generate an island-wide rehabilitation project, including appeals to the diminishing band of people who know to grow and maintain a proper hedgerow.
Or we can walk by stone fences. Near Hawthornden, south of Edinburgh, the walk from the house to the nearest pub, bus stop, trailhead or cottage for sale passes between a stone fence and the roadway. It's narrow enough already, but the fence is so old, and the plant life so wedded to it that the fence has been persuaded to heave and give and generally sag--a strong, controlled kind of sag--toward the road. If you're approaching one of the saggy bits just when the next Skoda comes along from behind (no sidewalk on the other side) you'll want to stop or at least turn sideways, that or come between the Skoda and the road.
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Ah yes, mind the saggy bits.
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