A faery prince took it upon himself to survey East Anglia. Setting out on his magnificent hedgehog he rode from The Wash to Southend Pier and back again.
Traversing flat fields, level pastures, and consistently uniform spinneys they made good time. His hedgehog, Jemima, was delighted at so little climbing. Taking the occasional rest, she’d unpack her knapsack and nibble on a sticky bun while her prince, Bzin the Unsuitable, napped under a shrub.
Finally, back at faery council, Bzin made his report. Pulling himself up to his full height, pausing for effect, he said, “Christ this place is dreary.”