There was another burst of firing, and gunfire from the cottage windows too.

The sun was already warm on their faces as they looked out of the little cottage window.

He looked around and saw two little girls looking out of a cottage window.

They were walking on to the long ridge they had been able to see from the cottage window.

It was wide and low and had cottage windows across the front.

He saw no movement behind the cottage windows, no sign that anyone was looking out.

There, late at night, he saw a light burning in a cottage window and it was this that triggered the story.

Lurking outside the cottage window, he learns to read in no time.

He enlarged a picture Rose had taken of his cottage window.

The early morning light was creeping in the cottage window, creating strange shadows.