The small, muddy, green pond had risen visibly more than a foot, flooding the dam, because it was full of the naked white bodies of soldiers with brick-red
hands, necks, and faces, who were splashing about in it.
The features of that face were hard to read, drink had so swollen them, drink had so painted them, in tints that varied from brick-red
A little rubbed on paper gave it a faint rose tinge mingled with a little brick-red
. I afterwards scraped some off the paper, and found that it consisted of groups of little spheres in colourless cases, each of the thousandth part of an inch in diameter.
Current marketing materials show the brick-red
, 1920s Spanish-style residence measures about 3,200 square feet over three floors, and features extensive tile work, original iron accents, and several stained-glass windows.
Years ago it was easy to see even in small telescopes, and in larger apertures you could often observe a distinct brick-red
Forget all that flashy clay nonsense in Paris - British people weren't designed to excel in baking hot sunshine on a surface that turns their pristine Dunlop Green Flash plimsolls into Dunlop Grubby Brick-Red
Flash.' In grass-court tennis, though, there are legions of home-grown superstars capable of humiliating those hapless losers Federer, Nadal and Djokovic.
Dad wears Reindeer-print jumper, EUR45, River Island; brick-red
chinos, EUR18, Peacocks; boots, EUR71, River Island
Symptoms to look for are loud, intense panting; lots of thick, sticky saliva; brick-red
gums; and disorientation.
Flaherty and Gabriel Morell, juniors at Worcester Polytechnic Institute, taught the rain barrel workshop, encouraging participants to use an electric drill to make holes near the tops and bottoms of the 50-gallon, brick-red
plastic barrels and to install the spigots and overflow drains.
They look similar to our common kestrel but with lest detailed markings and bolder colouring with a blue hood, tail, wing bar and a brick-red
colour to the back.
As someone also brought up in Splott I am proud of what she has achieved and would like to dedicate the following to her: Shirley Bassey Splott to Cyncoed We dreamed our dreams of summer's day, In lights of bright no clouds of grey, With eyes aware we now see now, No Summer highs just depths of lows, No roses red around the door, Life was new but we were poor, In beds of coats with things that bite, By day we pray but dream at night, Gone council house and gravel square, Brick-red
dust from furnace flare, But time has run and flown away, We must rise up and face the day, Dreams will not meet our earthly needs, Nor cure life's ills that pain and bleed, Strive we must each and every day Stand proud and strong to find our way, So we can say when life's at end, "We did not turn away or bend".