The edge of the village, that is, not an edgy sort edge.
On my bike ride this morning I was pedalling along listening to an Alan Bennett talking book. First my peace was disturbed by having to wait for a hare to cross the road, then I needed to steer round a squashed frog.
Later I was forced to perform an emergency stop by a pair of rabbits with no sense of self preservation. Edgy indeed.
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