honey-coloured

He looked left and saw a young girl in a summery dress, a girl with honey-coloured hair and a straight-backed walk, walking away from the house of the Mysteress.

One Year’s Worth of Woe « A Fly in Amber 2009

Walk across the cobbled streets of Oxford, past the walls of its honey-coloured colleges, and it appears the university is still the academic power it has been for centuries.

Cuts come to a green and pleasant land Jamie Doward 2010

Sightings suggest it walks upright like a human, its body is covered with black or honey-coloured hair, and it may have a long mane of hair from its head down its back.

On the trail of the orang pendek, Sumatra's mystery ape | Richard Freeman 2011

Now and then she would stop to shake her head, toss her smooth honey-coloured plaits over her shoulders, and screw her face into a caricature Aunt Etta's expression.

Bill Lucey: Remembering Our Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens, on his 200th Birthday Bill Lucey 2012

Rich, honey-coloured and almost brandy-like in texture, it lit a warm fire down my gullet.

On the trail of Hunter S Thompson in Puerto Rico 2011

Now and then she would stop to shake her head, toss her smooth honey-coloured plaits over her shoulders, and screw her face into a caricature Aunt Etta's expression.

Bill Lucey: Remembering Our Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens, on his 200th Birthday Bill Lucey 2012

The Holly Bush Inn is an understated, honey-coloured boozer with a giant open range, flagstone floors and a piano that actually gets played (01434 240391, hollybushinn. net).

Love is in the (open) air Nell Card 2010

"Eat, and thank Providence for such delights as this, which you infidels call ambrosia," says he, while one of his women put the dish of honey-coloured curds before me.

The Sky Writer Geoff Barbanell 2010

Like the pantiles of North Yorkshire or the honey-coloured stone of Bath, they are not there by accident.

The Riches Beneath Our Feet: How Mining Shaped Britain by Geoff Coyle 2010

He took the idea for his own and rewarded me by telling me that my pale yellow hair was also misnamed: it was, in truth, honey-coloured.

Oscar Wilde and the Dead Man’s Smile Gyles Brandreth 2009