Watson harrumphed. “Very well, Holmes, it would be our case, if we had a case.” He favoured me with a half-humourous, half-quizzical smile. “But since you have just admitted that we don’t have a case, I repeat: what are we doing here?”
“Ah.” I swung down from the seat and secured our horse’s reins before turning back to face Watson. “I believe it is something called a ‘holiday.’”
Divine! As is the whole of this unexpected and lovely gift, dear Anon. Holmes-voice, an especial favourite of mine - romantic and caring without being syrupy, another favourite. Restrained, with just a tinge of angst and a lovely ending on which to build in the imagination. Tailor-made for tweed. Thank you so much.
...and once again big thanks to my fellow mods who arranged this between them without once letting on. Ladies: in the words of Tina Turner, "simply the best".
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Date: 2012-10-20 08:21 pm (UTC)“Ah.” I swung down from the seat and secured our horse’s reins before turning back to face Watson. “I believe it is something called a ‘holiday.’”
Divine! As is the whole of this unexpected and lovely gift, dear Anon. Holmes-voice, an especial favourite of mine - romantic and caring without being syrupy, another favourite. Restrained, with just a tinge of angst and a lovely ending on which to build in the imagination. Tailor-made for tweed. Thank you so much.
...and once again big thanks to my fellow mods who arranged this between them without once letting on. Ladies: in the words of Tina Turner, "simply the best".