A friend wanted to read one of my works.
She lives in Sussex, so I recommended ‘Under The Downs’, a Sherlock fanfic set in and around Arundel, which I wrote partly as a result of many happy trips to see her.
But it is published on fanfiction.net, which means the interface is crap, and for reasons to do with her eyesight and peculiarly stubborn nature, she wanted to print it out. And I just couldn’t help her there.
So I decided to migrate ‘Under the Downs’ to AO3, where it now resides, and where you can enjoy it in thankfully legible format, and with a user interface that is not the bastard love child of the devil copulating with Unix.
I offer it to you now with renewed joy. Especially The Otter Part. Here’s a little taster:
“I paddle towards him with all the elegance of a hedgehog on a cork. My teeth are chattering, so I clench them. Just to make matters worse, he frolics about me, sleek and easy, undulating through the water like an otter. His body is a blade, perfectly shaped for ease of movement. He ducks and dives, twisting corkscrews around me in circles while I frantically struggle to stay afloat.
Suddenly he bobs up right in front of me, his belly brushing against mine, his cheeks beaded, his eyelashes spiked. Water streams from his pointed chin.
‘Why didn’t you just tell me you can’t swim?’
‘Of course I can bloody swim,’ I snap at him. ‘What does it bloody look like I’m doing, carpentry?’”