You just need to find the right hedge. It was rather more difficult in London, of course, if you happened to forget your way home for one reason or another, or found that your feet weren't quite as co-operative as you'd hoped. You'll have to trust me on the matter of doorways not comparing to hedges, particularly when old, embittered women decide that some ridiculous hour of the morning is the prime time for ridding their pails of dirty, soapy water.