Sherlock

The Hound of Baskerville (revisited version)…

Last weekend, Sherly and Johnny Boy had decided to spend some time in the countryside… Ah, resting in the fresh air, breathing in the scent of wet grass (because in England, it often rains ^^), taking walks in the green moor, abandoning twisted investigations for a while!! What happiness in perspective awaited them!

For the occasion, the boys had prepared everything: they had booked a charming little English inn on the Web, in a very lost corner, huh!

so as not to run into Mycroft or Lestrade and above all to be tranquil and cushy away from others…

On the day of departure, zou, they got into the car… with two mini suitcases in the trunk (John hadn’t forgotten his pretty sweaters and his superb pajamas, it’s chilly in the countryside!) and the road map on the knees (because Sherly, he may be super mega smart, he’s still not a walking GPS!!).

Two or three fights later (yes, of course, they got lost and argued), our two friends finally arrived in their little corner of paradise…

The boys then went to find the sheet metal worker to retrieve the key to their room (Oops my graceful little fingers ripped on the keyboard, I wanted to write THE keys to THEIR rooms, of course!)….

…and while Sherlock was inspecting the surroundings (professional fault!), John was already inquiring about what there was to do in the area as a nice hike…

“There’s the path over there behind the hill that leads to the ravine, the landscape is pretty, but it seems there’s a monster lurking in there…” the good-natured innkeeper told him.

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“Oh, a monster, a real ???? rejoiced Sherly (who was returning from her site visit)…

– Yeah, right Emile??? A kind of big mastiff, even though it’s all black and all hairy!!! Warf warf warf…”

– Said my Johnny, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go?????? Are we going to see the big black and hairy mastiff??»

And as Johnny Boy couldn’t refuse Sherlock anything, he accepted to please him (and especially to prevent him from sulking or spoiling this little weekend in the country!!).

Neither one nor two, a few minutes later, road map and binoculars in hand, the boys entered the deserted moor, in search of the famous ravine.

Finally, they tried to find the ravine, rather… because of course, they got lost (must say, everything looked the same in this damn countryside!)…

“The innkeeper said we had to go east…

– Except that you show the West, John…

– Unless it’s that way…

– You could make an effort, Sherlock, anyway! Climb on the rock!

– So, what do you see?

– Nothing… Get in, John…

– Admit Johnny Boy, are we lost?

– Well uh…yes, I think so…”

Afterwards, boys, you can imagine! fought again…and when they finally got home! at the inn, night had fallen…

Chilled and tired, they settled down, feet in their cozy slippers, near the warm fireplace…

“I suggest we don’t reveal this failure to anyone…it will keep us from looking stupid, and you know how much I hate being stupid!”

– All right… Anyway, big, black, hairy mastiffs don’t exist, no no no…

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– You’re right, big, black, hairy mastiffs don’t exist, John!

– In addition in a lost hole like here! A hound in Baskerville, we wouldn’t know!! »

The end of the weekend went off without a hitch. Sherlock and John were finally able to take advantage of their tranquility, savored the evening around a good meal, slept like babies because the place was so calm and the next day, even took their breakfast outside!

before leaving for London, ready for new thrilling investigations… and this time without getting lost!!

Oh, boys… You were right not to believe everything they say!

Because as everyone knows, in Baskerville, the black and hairy hounds don’t exist!

 

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