There are clumps of daisies here and there.

Look at those big, isolated clumps of building rising up above the slates, like brick islands in a lead-coloured sea." "The board-schools." "Light-houses, my boy! Beacons of the future! Capsules with hundreds of bright little seeds in each, out of which will spring the wise, better England of the future."

When, upon forcing my way between two savage clumps of briers, I suddenly encountered the entrance of the vault, I had no knowledge of what I had discovered.

At the top, there was a clump of trees.

Look at those big, isolated clumps of building rising up above the slates, like brick islands in a lead-coloured sea.

Meredith picks a tiny patch of green moss from between clumps of tall brown grass gone dormant with the fall chill. “Look at all these little bits of biodiversity,” she said. “That’s like a little fantasy world going on in there.”