On May Day, the villagers used to dance around a maypole on the village green.

For a time nothing but eyes, and then he speaks of tentacles streaming out and parting the weed fronds this way and that. Then these things, growing larger, until at last the bottom was hidden by their intercoiling forms, and the tips of tentacles rose darkly here and there into the air above the swell of the waters.

I had been out in the sun too long, and my nose was starting to peel.

Advantage has been taken of the rationalised platforming to produce a new-style departure sheet for the West Side of Liverpool Street.