Once you take your lasts swig of frothy oak porter from the Emerald Briar Tavern, wander outback aways and follow the Shimmer- a creek named so because it sounds like tiny crystals clinking together in glass- down through the mossiest parts of the Thistle Thicket it winds, due North, it gets dark but have faith! Once you see a breach of stars and a breath of sky through that desolate over-shroud, you know you're close to spotting some moustache of curled smoke right from our chimney there yah! 

Come on down n' get you a nice cup of coco to warm your bones -or shandy- depending on the season-and we'll strike up a deal, or a ride, over our top-o-the line prized ponies here. Boarding too! Your beauty is safe with us. And my what a beauty I must say!

Oh, and say Hello to our Shetlands, will yah? Tiny things! Fiendish for friendship, long as it comes with a side of oatcakes...