From end to end, just behind the houses, ran the broad gravel walk, with its emphatic camber and its metal-edged gutters where a child's ball would come to rest and the first few plane leaves, dusty but still green, were already falling, since the summer had been so hot and rainless all through.
2004, Alan Hollinghurst, chapter 1, in The Line of Beauty […], 1st US edition, New York, N.Y.: Bloomsbury Publishing