Hazel […] is resplendent in a much too tight fitting scarlet shirt with ruffles, that seem to extend her chest to Jordanesque proportions[…]

a multigauge miniature railway

I think I will ignore the problem for the time being.

As if there wasn't enough sensation already for people disposed to such things, if not on their very doorsteps then surely a short ride away from their perfumed gardens to the scrag-end of their fair city.