The rear of the red Mini was rapidly coming closer.

Jasmine eventually passed the red Mini on a straight stretch of A class road.

One bright April day, a red Mini stopped outside Tullivers and a tall woman, paper fluttering from a gloved hand, made her way into the house.

He approved of the red Mini.

I'm going to let her know I've found a red mini.

This view was not, however, shared by Miss Sappha Devenish, sitting behind the wheel of her red Mini.

Sure enough, the battered little red Mini was speeding down the service road, following the same route the ambulance had taken.

A red Mini was disappearing down the rough track which led to the road beyond the belt of tall trees.

The letters and numbers on the front plate of the red Mini two rows away seemed to leap at him like sensational headlines in a newspaper.

Or the red Mini.