If I be seised of a manor, and a stranger grants all manner of estovers for my manor to me, &c. by this grant I shall have house-bote, plough-bote, and hay-bote, &c.

The squall over Mr Cheney's behaviour in Quailgate will probably die down, providing Mr Whittington survives. But the debate over hunting will go on growing.

I asked for a glass of water.

This time, however, it only includes the static parameters that you expect to be consistent across your estate.