Pebbles, ports and promenades.

The weather was brilliant again today, so we decided (after late breakfast) to walk along the coast. This is one of those places where it's built up all the way along, where the towns used to be separate you can't tell now where one ends and the next begins. But there's a path all the way along, right by the beach, most of the way.

So we walked it. Well, Mycroft, John and I walked it. Sherlock walked some of it, and then decided it was much more fun to ride on my shoulders, unless something needed closer examination, when he'd clamber off. Apparently, pirate captains need to be up high and have a crow's nest, you know...



It was kind of sad not having the dogs with us (and I know Mycroft misses them - he's phoned Anthea twice now, to check on them), but the hotel flat out said no when I asked. And I can see why. It's about the poshest place I've ever set foot in (unless there's been a murder). Still, if we go camping next time the dogs can definitely come.

We stopped when the path stopped - at a busy little port, called Shoreham. Sherlock was more interested by the machinery used to load/unload boats than the sea view. So we got a coffee and lunch down there, at a little cafe, and tried to skim stones and found some wildlife to bother on some rocks. Danger nearly strained something rolling his eyes at my many jokes about groynes.

Then we walked back, fielding many questions from Sherlock about what happens to bodies thrown into the sea. And ended in the office of the lifeguards, where Mycroft and Sherlock decided to ask if they had charts etc. And explained they wanted to know where a body would wash up if they threw it off the pier. Thanks, boys. Sometimes it's lucky I have to carry my warrant card everywhere, I suppose. Got us out of some potentially awkward questions.

Now I apparently have to tell Sherlock about the 'Babes In The Woods' murders, here in Brighton, before he'll settle down to sleep. Even though he looks like he's a zombie already and fell asleep over dinner. I'm just glad he doesn't get nightmares. I might, though. Danger will have to make sure I sleep well...