Part One of Adventures in the UK: SHERLOCK
I can safely say that, as we traveled across England and Scotland, our views and opinions were heavily influenced by books, films, and television we love. To quote Hot Stuff, after we had taken a train through the English countryside and arrived in Edinburgh, "I feel like I finally understand JRR Tolkien and JK Rowling."
Yes, readers, it's obvious why I married him.
So, today's pictures revolve around Sherlock Holmes. I have a teensy eensy massive obsession with all things Sherlock Holmes. Particularly the BBC series, but I am not picky: I will take him in any form.
Naturally, every time we had a view of this thing, I had to hum the "Sherlock" theme song.
Can't you just see the opening credits flashing through your head?
As we walked around London (the entire city--SERIOUSLY WE WALKED ALL OVER THE WHOLE FREAKING CITY I HAVE THE BLACK, BRUISED TOENAILS TO PROVE IT ahem sorry) Hot Stuff would point out various landmarks or random buildings that had been featured at some point in the series.
Imagine our delight when we found this beneath a bridge, straight from the scene where Sherlock contacts a member of his homeless network!
Benedict! WHERE ARE YOU?
Hot Stuff ran up the stairs to get in the picture, then got a really sheepish grin and slunk back down. Turns out...there was an actual homeless person asleep up there. Probably waiting for Sherlock to come and ask for help!
Or just sleeping.
The first day we were there, we took the tube to get to Hot Stuff's sister's reception. (Which was awesome.) We were doing a pretty good job of blending in--walking on the left, etc--but that was all blown when we passed a stop and I shouted, "OH MY GOSH IT'S BAKER STREET!!"
So, naturally, we set time aside to actually get off at Baker Street and visit the Sherlock Holmes Museum.
221B! 221B! I don't know who that dude is, though.
Also yes I am wearing flip flops with a coat and a scarf. How would Sherlock interpret me?
Inside was...a kind of delightfully kitschy museum with displays and mannequins, etc. This is Sherlock's front room. I am VERY. EXCITED.
And, of course, while wandering around a townhouse decorated as though Sherlock Holmes lives there, one must mock and imitate the statuary.
Why so serious?
Wait. Wrong series.
The window afforded a lovely view. I can only assume this is where Sherlock and Watson go to get mani/pedis after chasing down mysteries.
What color do you think they paint their toenails?
I participated in the pondering of Mysterious Corpses. Also I kind of look possessed. MAYBE THEY CAN SOLVE THE MYSTERY OF MY INABILITY TO LOOK NORMAL IN PHOTOS, GUYS!
I almost bought a bowler hat. And a pipe. And I wanted to high-five the fellow tourist humming the "Sherlock" theme song in the gift shop.
They had a notebook of letters students had written to Sherlock Holmes. Most revolved around "mysteries" they needed him to solve. This was the best letter of all.
There is a difference between dead and fictional.
Also you are adorable.
And finally, in the first of a series, it's a toilet! SHERLOCK'S toilet.
Stay tuned for the next entries: CASTLES and HARRY POTTER.
Which also include toilets. Naturally.