Word: paddocks
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...facing sideways. Without road markings and the tarmac to reflect their beams, my headlights faded into the vast expanse of emptiness. For a moment, I saw nothing. No trees, no bushes and not one familiar contour of a sheep or cow behind the fences of a paddock. The illuminated dials in the dashboard seemed all there was in the world and the hum of the engine its only heartbeat...
...described as being between 22 and 25 years old, and about 5 feet, 7 inches tall. He has dark hair, a round face, and a rather feminine voice. He usually wears a dark stiff hat and a paddock coat, and often a white vest and a large scarf pin. Fall River and Lynn are the places usually given by him as his home city...
...Lurker. Fresh from the wilds, I strode confidently in among the animals only to watch as the turkey's flopping wattle swelled and changed color from purple to enraged scarlet. "You'd better run," was the laconic advice of Annie, who looks after the animals. I leapt over the paddock fence just in time. So much for animal adventures. After that, I was happy to confine myself to the hotel's broad lawns, the pool and the beach (though my children played happily with Lurker). The Lone Pine, completed in 1948, was for years the only hotel on Batu Ferringhi...
...year-old Royal Ascot horse races in Berkshire, England, last week got a dressing down for outfits that weren't up to code: hats for women, top hats and morning coats for men. The tradition-bound Queen instructed officials to bounce a BBC camera team from her official paddock because the men sported open collars. Also turned away were Rod Stewart, in a blue-striped coat, and his girlfriend, hatless photographer Penny Lancaster, left. The couple didn't intend to enter the paddock, Lancaster said, but "just got a bit lost." Of no concern to anyone, apparently, was the guest...
...home to world-renowned labels such as Tyrrell's, Brokenwood, McWilliam's, McGuigan and numerous boutique wines not yet discovered by international connoisseurs. Below us, vineyards spread like lava far into the distance. We begin to descend, brushing the tops of trees as we drift toward our paddock, 15 km from where we started. "Take your landing positions," says our commander, "and hold on tight...