The spacious folding-doors were presently opened by an ill-shaped, clumsy-looking youth, in a gorgeous suit of state livery, and a starched neck-cloth, so broad and so stiff as perfectly to pillorise him.

Was ever such a full-mart for an huisher

Soldier, I come. But, ere we part, I will arread thy doom, Proud ruthless woman!

My first experience of real sheltercraft was during a visit as a teenager to a reconstructed Iron-Age roundhouse on the site of an ancient fort in south-west Wales. As I walked through the doorway, under the hewn timber lintel, […]