It was dark. The lawn was black, the sky blacker. Pillars of chalky light reached up from the ground and illuminated the chapel, which glowed, moonlike, against the night sky.
You know, you look at something like classic like, Chablis, which is chardonnay from France, from the region of Chablis, and that's actually grown on like a limestone, really kind of chalky soil.
As she turned into the long straight of the chalky lane where her quick country-trained eyes had noticed that boot yesterday, she wished that Tisdall might have better cover than those gorse bushes.