The postage stamps on the letters from overseas were almost as interesting as the letters themselves.

The tips of the trees were velveted with a pale brown dust, dotted irregularly here and there as though there had been a snowfall […]

[…] the tall left-hander slapped a short ball from Adil Rashid wearily and uppishly to extra cover.

[H]e clapped hand to thigh, and laughed and laughed until the air rang again. Oho, a jape—a jape indeed! he roared.