The seaboat is fully manned and half way to the water down the ship's side, on deck a team of hefty sailors stand ready with the boatrope in hand poised for the seaboat to hit the water.

'Floaters' [i.e. unofficially circulated books] had also come into the prison: you could either find them in the library, or they would be given […]

Melanie, propped and bed-jacketed, wore her white-rabbit mask, rosy eyes and nose, like a badge of privilege.

The picture perfect French macaroon stand on King Street, where the vivid selection of colours and flavours are bound to please far more than they would at the usual tin of family chocs (from £1 a piece).