Now, here we stand right on the very cusp of the edge of the thing we are standing on.
Most impressive, don't you think?
Right… I see….
Ah, well... perhaps it takes a certain kind of mind... one that is more attune to the erotic possibilities inherent in the gorse bush to fully appreciate....
Well... no matter, let us move swiftly on.
No, let us go back to the gorse bush.
No, don't be silly, just a pair of sheer black stockings and a suspender belt with – I must say – a rather fetching pair of green wellies is more than enough protective clothing, especially for a man of your standing. There is no need to be overly concerned about your standing either, as we enter the gorse, as at this time of the year it is little more than knee height.
Of course, you will need to take a firm grasp of your predicament as you enter. It is merely a case of mind over matter. A few drops of blood and some minor scarring are but a small price to pay in order to become an adept at this – one of the most testing, but ultimately satisfying of the perverse arts.
Off you go, then….
I’ll just wait here and check through the contents of the First Aid box while you get on with it.