Hotwells

…purported to be either the memoir of a tragedy which had overtaken the members of a gym in Hotwells, or a species of satirical novel. I could not tell which, moreover many of the footnotes with which it was liberally endowed appeared to be later additions by a different hand from that of the original author. I leave it to later readers to decide this question.

…Cold, soaking rain. Endless, eternal rain. A vortex of rain. Life for some while yet proceeded in the Hotwells Road largely as it had done since time immemorial. Cars and vans and lorries and cyclists splashed along the dark dank serpentine tarmac, drenched the footbound bondsmen and peons, made those poor saps curse fate and murmur against all engines.

…itself under the top lip of one of those cliffs overhanging the pretty pastel terraces down below in Hotwells.

went down to Hotwells, houyhnhnm headed,

…so, with nary a backward glance, they forsook that accursed grove, and took wing, and flapped away to Hotwells, where their Lord and Master ensconced them in a boutique hotel with a most well appointed aviary annex.

…took his leave of Mrs Arabella Melopsittaca and Miss Isolde Acridotheres, and took wing and flapped away from Hotwells.

…Hawksmoor Perroquet undertook the removal of Mrs Arabella Melopsittaca and Miss Isolde Acridotheres from the boutique hotel in Hotwells in which they had been staying under his protection. His long-suffering spouse and her daughter very promptly found themselves installed in a most sumptuous apartment in a red-brick warehouse conversion in Southville, this being another of Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet’s architectural designs. The Mayor also moved his own effects into this nest,…

“Hotwells,”