The tall ship moved how slowly on / With me and hundreds more, / That thought not then of wanderings, / But of unwhispered, longed-for things...

'Although the lemon is now black and shrivelled the motor is still going strong. If I can make my small motor run for month after month on a single lemon, just imagine how much juice there must be in a whole sackful', Mr Ashill said.

Bumshoving ¶ […] It will occur if you fail to hold your core whilst driving with the legs, leading to your arse going backwards faster than the blade handle, and thus the angle you're rocked over to increasing.

What counsel give you in this weighty cause?