Walking one afternoon by a high unkept hedge near Southampton Water, I heard loud shouts at intervals issuing from a point some distance ahead, and on arriving at the spot found an old man leaning idly over a gate, apparently concerned about nothing.
"Afoot in England"
W.H. Hudson
It was a beautiful unkept hedge with scarlet and purple fruit among the many-coloured fading leaves and silver-grey down of old-man's-beard.
"Afoot in England"
W.H. Hudson
This, too, although my only companion was slow-slower than the poor proverbial snail or tortoise-and I would leave her half a mile or so behind to force my way through unkept hedges, climb hills, and explore woods and thickets to converse with every bird and shy little beast and scaly creature I could discover.
"Afoot in England"
W.H. Hudson