Tom self-identifies as a heathen.

The Kabyle is like heather: he prefers to break rather than bend.

Heather believes me.

The moor was covered with heather.

We live within easy access of Heathrow.

The plane departs from Heathrow at 12:30.

Heather goes to school at eight o'clock.

Everyone has a house to go to, a home where they can find shelter. My house is the desert, my home the barren heath. The north wind is my fire, the rain my only bath.

Heather has a toothache.

Millions of heathens will perish.