There is something crisp and enticing about the harvest, and while it is only just in its infancy over here, I'm relishing the little hints of autumn in the air.
As they drew near, the cow suddenly gave a kick and kicked over the stool, the pail, and even the milkmaid herself, and all fell on the china ground with a great clatter.
Now the beer is reduced down, I'm gonna add the spring onions so they steam and have a slight crunch to them and the fish back on top to poach in that liquid.
But when they looked like trees, it was like strangely human trees, and when they looked like people, it was like strangely branchy and leafy people, and all the time that queer lilting, rustling, cool, merry noise.
For like a clear whistle type of call, if I was to whistle [whistles], it'll make a little line that rises and drops, and the length of it will be the length of the call.
Fudge subsided into what was clearly an aggrieved silence, but it was broken almost immediately by the portrait, which suddenly spoke in its crisp, official voice.
Our footfalls rang out crisply and loudly as we swung through the doctors' quarter, Wimpole Street, Harley Street, and so through Wigmore Street into Oxford Street.
Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. " Greetings, boys, " he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence.