Our task as social workers was to push the institutional boundaries back a little so these good-hearted folks had room to hospitate.

He was smiling, easy, correct, perfectly delightful, fit to kill.

The Monastery's ironworks at Sowley were renowned for centuries but declined with the passing of the 'wooden walls' at Buckler's Hard — a great number of these ships having been built with timber from the Beaulieu Woods […]

Suppose, unlook’d for in a scene so rude, Long hid by interposing hill or wood, Some mansion neat and elegantly dress’d, By some kind hospitable heart possess’d Offer him warmth, security and rest;