Sam Youd as John Christopher

They found the bullock in the fourth field. It was grazing near a corner that was enclosed on either side by metal fencing with a wood beyond; as good a position, Matthew thought, as one...

She bent lower, cupping water in her hands and splashing it over herself. Then she looked up, still kneeling. He knew that she could see him, that it was over. The present was real, and...

The start they made, however, was not a particularly early one. The sun was well up when Matthew woke and, looking along the line of huddled figures, he saw only one place where the blankets...

Lawrence said: ‘We aren’t up to Indian Scout standards, I’m afraid, for courage and enterprise. We couldn’t even catch the bullock.’ ‘The bullock?’ ‘Something else that came through. It grazes in some fields about a...

I dreamt the other night that I had done it and that it was published in the B.M.J. Funny thing, I can remember the papers immediately before and after it, too. One on a new...

‘Hasn’t there been any attempt to organize things?’ ‘Organize?’ Lawrence asked. ‘On a long-term basis.’ ‘We found a goose,’ Lawrence said. ‘A live and kicking goose. We clipped her wings and penned her. Who knows...

‘These look-outs,’ Matthew said. ‘Against what?’ Lawrence asked: ‘Since you got across – are we the first you’ve met?’ ‘We saw two women, but they ran off before I could talk to them.’ ‘It was...

They saw people about an hour after they had started on their way. They were some distance from the road. Their clothes were the usual assortment of bits and pieces, and their general appearance unkempt....

The sun came out and scorched through the afternoon. They went on across sand and rock, heading roughly north, and camped for the night on a patch of sand surrounded by an oddly symmetrical circle...

As they came out on deck, Matthew saw that the sky was a pearly grey, with a patch of light golden haze which showed where the sun was. The air was mild and damp and...