And then I had a wholly un-Sherlock thought. It struck me that it would be interesting to pass through one of those time portals you get in sci-fi stories, find myself in the same spot some years in the future, and meet my own ghost walking the other way. What an illuminating conversation we could have.
Saturday, 23 March 2013
Doing a Sherlock.
I followed somebody else’s footprints in the snow when I walked along Mill Lane tonight. I compared the size and shape of the prints, and also the relative stride lengths, and decided it was a woman around 5ft 5 with size 5 or 6 (UK) feet. I noticed that her footprints were joined by a dog’s paw prints when she moved over to the verge, which suggests she reined the dog in when there was a vehicle passing. It probably also explains why she stopped and turned round several times.