I'm not gettin on no motorcycle! Boy, is you outcho mind?

And the thought of that old time came upon me like a flood — the winter games at the Cedars — the blackberrying and bilberrying upon the sunshiny summer moors […]

A tale of skulduggery, bodice rippery, and shoot-’em-up action unfolds, complete with help from a luscious mistress of disguise who could have stepped right out of a James Bond novel.

Police took two hours to clear the road.