Professor Larkspur Titchfield loves gears, tickings, and tiny mysteries.
An eccentric inventor-rabbit who tinkers with time as if it were a teapot.
His shelves tick, whirr, and occasionally emit steam — all in the name of curiosity.
A rabbit of timeless taste, Mrs. Honeytail bakes, stitches, and knows everyone’s favourite colour.
She curates printable wardrobe wonders — from bonnet tags to bustle labels. Her boutique rustles with silk swatches and softly scribbled sizing notes.
This shop is full of everyday magic tucked into drawers and old biscuit tins.
A collector of field notes, folklore, and curious scraps, Miss Bramblehop never throws anything away — which is why her shop is part nature table, part paper trove.
In here you will find Lettie Lavendernose, with soft paws and kind words.
With soft paws and kind words, Lettie offers calming lavender and paper goods for restless days.
Her shop carries scented bundles, sleepytime tea tags, and the occasional printable spell — purely for peace of mind.
Run with whispers and wonders by Miss Willa Fernwhisk, this shop is for those who believe every trinket holds a tale.
Some are true. Some are invented. All are enchanting.
Miss Winifred Wisterwhip is dramatic, dignified, and never without a perfectly balanced tea tray.
Her shop is a haven of warm china, soft lamplight, and the comforting hush that comes from being properly looked after.
In here you will find Mr. Thistleburr with his gruff voice and soft soul.
A retired botanist with a fondness for rusty keys and pressed petals, Mr Thistleburr's shop feels like walking through an overgrown walled garden at twilight.
A well-travelled rabbit with a hat for every season, Mrs. Mossie Wagtail keeps her attic filled with maps, museum stubs, and printable paper souvenirs — some real, some imagined.
What will you find in here?
Mrs. Juniper Peartail loves quiet sparkle and forest walks.
Her printable designs feature acorns, feathers, and the tiniest foldable locket cards — just the thing for keeping secrets safe.
The Linen Loft houses crisp aprons, embroidered corners, and the best tea cloths in the village.
With sewing tools in her pockets and embroidery threads trailing from her apron, Aunt Wren Lovelace is the go-to rabbit for all things stitched, snipped, or lovingly darned.
A soft-spoken rabbit with ink-stained paws and a fondness for dried herbs, Mr. Mallowby Sage speaks Latin to his potted plants and keeps a sliver of burdock root in his waistcoat pocket “just in case.”
His printable labels are always just a little curled at the edges and smell faintly of thyme and secrets.
Elegant and ever-so particular, Miss Posie Bloomwhistle arranges her paper florals with the same care she gives her dahlias.
She favours peonies and pansies — but never primroses — and her shop always smells faintly of rosewater and old gardening books.
Copper & Clover is a wonderfully cluttered shop glowing with polished metal and the gentle clink of tools at work.
Urns, kettles, hinges, buckles, and curious copper contraptions crowd every shelf, some newly made, others restored to a second life.
It is not the most orderly shop on Beedilly Lane.
But it may be the most interesting.
Ink & Paper shelves are lined with writing sets, folded notes, sealing wax, and papers waiting patiently for stories to begin.
With a stack of correspondence tied in ribbon and a pencil tucked neatly behind her ear, Miss Eliza Willowmere helps villagers find the right words — whether for invitations, apologies, or letters never meant to be sent.
The Whispering Oak offers sturdy tables, warm firelight, and tankards that are never left empty for long. The air smells of roasted roots, spiced cider, and stories told more than once.
With a polished mug in one paw and a welcoming nod for every guest, Tobias Ashwhistle keeps the hearth warm, the rooms ready, and the village gossip gently simmering.
The Beedilly Bakehouse fills the lane each morning with the warm scent of fresh bread, golden pastries, and something sweet just out of the oven.
With flour dusting his waistcoat and a tea towel always draped over one arm, Mr. Gilbert Oakenfield is up before sunrise, coaxing dough into loaves, buns, and comforting treats that rarely last until afternoon.