It is early on the summer morning as Mrs. Rosemary waits outside the Four Seasons dressed in what can only be described as safari attire. Khaki shorts that hang around her thick legs, a blouse in sandy brown which is the size of a tent, a wide brimmed hat and big hiking boots. She may look ridiculous but Mrs. Rosemary cares not a jot as she waits beside a large coach with Mr. Bates sitting in the driver's seat. It would seem they will not be going through the Hedge from here.