Our task as social workers was to push the institutional boundaries back a little so these good-hearted folks had room to hospitate.

The Monastery's ironworks at Sowley were renowned for centuries but declined with the passing of the 'wooden walls' at Buckler's Hard — a great number of these ships having been built with timber from the Beaulieu Woods […]

He was smiling, easy, correct, perfectly delightful, fit to kill.

Suppose, unlook’d for in a scene so rude, Long hid by interposing hill or wood, Some mansion neat and elegantly dress’d, By some kind hospitable heart possess’d Offer him warmth, security and rest;