dovecotes

Updated: May 16, 2025

At fifty you'll own a bath-chair, and The Brigadier, if he takes after you, will be fluttering the dovecotes of what's the particular dunghill you're going to? Also, Mrs. Gadsby will be fat. M. D'you think so? Isn't cutting the Service a joke? It generally takes a man fifty years to arrive at it. You're quite right, though. It is more than a joke. You've managed it in thirty-three.

Rudyard Kipling - Soldiers Three

Here, at Holmwood Park, is one of those ancient yet still populous dovecotes that contribute so much to enhance the beauties of English rural scenery. Dorking lies in the valley of the Mole, just south of the high chalk-ranges, at the foot of wooded hills, and with its bordering meadows stretching out to the river-bank.

Joel Cook - England, Picturesque and Descriptive: A Reminiscence of Foreign Travel