Part 22 of the Tissington Tales – see part 1 for the full description
Tissy sat at the side of the trail, nibbling on some fallen blackberries, as she tried to work out the clue in the title that Parlsey had left her. She looked around and noticed that all the humans on their bicyles seemed to get much slower here for somereason. Is that what Parsley meant? She could see a friend hiding, and realised that once again, Parsley's words had two meanings. Clever old Parsley