In the salon of the Clifton Hotel, a handsome old building looking out over the Channel, a group of elderly women huddle for a chat.

Even out here, far from Unionist supervision, the buildings huddled together, with great stretches of open space in between: the prohibition had bitten deep.

Trickles of smoke still spiralled skywards from the gutted buildings and the patients - the survivors - huddled together on the beach with friends and the remaining hospital staff.

Dark buildings huddled over her like priests in black frocks, bent over in prayer.

A few decrepit buildings huddle down there in the canyon.

On either side of them, buildings huddled right up to the wall.

Tucked into a hollow between the spur and an arc of hills, and at first obscured, a hundred buildings huddled on the ice-streaked volcanic rock of Ross Island.

These newer buildings huddled around the old as if for support, as if without those grey bulwarks they could not stand against wind and weather.

Surrounded by walls, brooded over by the cap of its tower, the building huddled in twilight.

The buildings huddled together, casting deep shadows unrelieved by colorful signs, open doorways or tempting displays of goods.