Again and again I glanced round swiftly, with the conviction that I was about to see something, but only to meet the dark tangle of our hedge or the solemn and cavernous gloom of the great trees which arched above our heads. And yet the feeling grew ever stronger in my own mind that something observant and something malevolent was at our very elbow.
Then Lord John threw a bundle of twigs upon the fire, and their red glare lit up the intent faces of my companions and flickered over the great boughs above our heads.
When people in Lebanon were bombed, we felt sorrow as if those bombs were exploding above our head
There is a cloud of dust hovering above our heads
. And there is only one culprit...the BRT.
Ms Black, who was in a room near to where the blaze started, told the BBC: "The lightning was mental, we could hear that it was right above our heads and then we could smell burning.
"We heard it above our heads and then we could smell burning CARLA BLACK BBC YESTERDAY
The noise and pollution we suffer already for aeroplanes and traffic from the Newport Road is brain-bashing, so we don't want to suffer more flights above our heads
. We do not have the luxury of double glazing to help keep the noise at bay.
Delighted, also, to see on its grass roof an Archigram icon: yes David, the 'Mowbot' is alive and well and mopping-up the grass above our heads
. Approving of the big yellow patches and grungy balustrading.
The mountains towering into the azure sky above our heads
are part of the eastern Karakoram Range.
Dr Jason Chapman told the conference, ``There are far more insects fly-ing around above our heads
than we previously thought.
Boss No 5 O'Neill said: "We have both lifted the European Cup above our heads
but I don't know Paul personally yet.
And yet the gentle, easy way God holds the earth--the man and woman curled into his plam--reminds me of yours, lifted in sleep, air-borne as if to hold the house of dreams above our heads
. Or wrapped around a steering wheel, turning a page, paint-spattered on the knuckles, nicked and cut, sporting a band-aid, waiting patiently for fork and knife.
We returned to the city in small groups of silence, but I believe we all sensed the dark cloud threatening above our heads
. Death was to be our destiny; for them, only a job well done.