…two people met on a patch of countryside:
I was fifteen when I first met Sherlock Holmes, fifteen years old with my nose in a book as I walked the Sussex Downs,
and nearly stepped on him. In my defence I must say it was an engrossing book, and it was very rare to come across another person
in that particular part of the world in that war year of 1915. In my seven weeks of peripatetic reading amongst the sheep
(which tended to move out of my way)
and the gorse bushes
(to which I had painfully developed an instinctive awareness)
I had never before stepped on a person.
(from The Beekeeper’s Apprentice)
Happy 103rd anniversary, Russell & Holmes!