Dr. Watson’s Pictures of Devonshire Countryside [HOUN]

There are no events on file for the rest of the month. I would like to leave you with the following Writing. It was written by a Sherlockian of Note who co-founded the only Scion society recognized by the Baker Street Irregulars in a nursing home. Known as Inspector Baynes in his postings he was Jody Baker in real life. His postings and his gazettes he published are really some of the best around.. I will post some more about Jody, his wonderful Sherlockian wife, his soulmate. But now here is his incomparable style.

Dr. Watson’s Pictures of Devonshire Countryside [HOUN]

Dr. Watson, with pen for a brush and his words for his paints,
pictures for us vivid landscapes of the Devonshire countryside.

“The journey was a swift and pleasant one …. In a very few hours the
brown earth had become ruddy, the brick had changed to granite, and
red cows grazed in well-hedged fields where the lush grasses and more
luxuriant vegetation spoke of a richer, if a damper, climate.”
“Over the green squares of the fields and the low curve of a wood
there rose in the distance a gray, melancholy hill, with a strange
jagged summit, dim and vague in the distance, like some fantastic
landscape in a dream. “
“The wagonette swung round into a side road, and we curved upward
through deep lanes worn by centuries of wheels, high banks on either
side, heavy with dripping moss and fleshy hart’s-tongue ferns.
Bronzing bracken and mottled bramble gleamed in the light of the
sinking sun. Still steadily rising, we passed over a narrow granite
bridge and skirted a noisy stream which gushed swiftly down, foaming
and roaring amid the gray boulders. Both road and stream wound up
through a valley dense with scrub oak and fir.”

Those Hounds, among us, who think of Watson as a dunce or a dullard
(as depicted by Nigel Bruce, in days of yore) may want to pause and
reflect upon Watson’s writings.

Inspector Baynes.

So on to September my dear Watsonians, Ron aka Chips