"Hush now, O wooded hill of the Dryads! Hush your leaping Down from the rocks, ye fountains! Hush, myriad-bleating ewes! For along his reeden pipe now Pan Himself is sweeping His supple lip to waken the sweet cry of the Muse....." -Plato
He has the unenviable task of looking after Britain's oldest and biggest yew hedge, which is 400ft long, 30ft tall and 30ft wide.