December 21
From Domina Temporis: Christmas in Sussex Downs
The day was grey. Thick clouds blanketed the sky. It was a cold, crisp day on the Sussex Downs.
Watson's knee protested audibly as he stood up and stretched from his resting place at his desk. "Let's go for a stroll, Holmes. The fresh air will do us both a good turn."
"It's cold. Precipitation is imminent. I have more important matters inside." Holmes muttered without looking up from his study of the pollen varieties collected from samples of his bee colony earlier that summer.
Ignoring Holmes' protests, Watson took a few creaking steps before his appendages cooperated and walked over to the front door. "It's a perfect day for a stroll." He announced as he opened the door and surveyed the vast open greyness that blanketed the fields in front of their cottage. "The mist will certainly provide a cover against any random tourist accosting us and the threat of rain will discourage most from venturing outside."
Holmes didn't say anything.
"Come get your coat." Watson bustled with his own coat and scarf, struggling a bit with his boots.
In an instant, the greying detective was at his friend's side to assist.
"Thank you, Holmes." Watson gratefully accepted his friend's help putting on his walking boots. "Now that your up," his blue eyes twinkled and the wrinkled edges of his eyes creased more deeply with his smile, "why don't you join me on our stroll? Your pollen isn't going to spoil."
Holmes groaned, more out of habit rather than any annoyance. "Always my inspiration. Yes, I shall join you." He put on his coat and hat. "Don't forget your cane, old man," he teased as he held the door open for Watson to pass.
"Happy Christmas, Holmes," Watson smiled.