Reminder:  Due to the “Master’s Dinner on March 14th, there will be NO meeting March 3rd.

The next regular meeting will be Tuesday, April 7th at Hampton Place, at which time we will discuss “The Naval Treaty”

Please contact Fran for more information.

The Stormy Petrels gather here on this auspicious day

To toast the wisest and the best who brought us all this way.

To Sherlock Holmes we raise a glass and honour him once more,

The head of his profession, on this and every shore!

The stormy Petrels will be celebrating the birthday of the world’s first consulting detective on Saturday, January 3, 2015.

Place: White Spot Restaurant (West Georgia/Cardero location – the fireplace room)

Time: 11:00

Please contact Fran if you would like to join us.

“Sherlock Holmes and The Devil’s Promise” by David Stuart Davies

I was very pleased to pick up a copy of David Stuart Davies’ recent book at the Gillette to Brett conference in Indiana last September. A well-know author and playwright, Mr. Davies is very familiar with Sherlock Holmes, having researched and written about him for many years.

This adventure sees Holmes and Watson taking a much-needed vacation on the Devonshire Coast. Being a supporter of all things Watson, I was pleased to see the good Doctor portrayed in such a positive light. He is caring, clever, observant and often frustrated by his companion’s decision to constantly keep him in the dark. He is not without his faults, however we can easily forgive him.

The small, secluded village is not without its odd inhabitants. Who are they? Why are they there? What do they want with our heroes? What game are they playing?

Holmes and Watson become entangled in what Mr. Davies calls “…an enigmatic tapestry” and it is only a matter of time until Holmes begins to unravel it, despite the many riddles that are woven into its fabric.

As we travel back to London, the adventure grows dark, dare I say sinister?

David Stuart Davies adds a whole new dimension to Watson, and allows us to get inside his head. And, with each step of the puzzle, endears him all the more to us. Watson displays loyalty and bravery throughout as he tries to understand the changes that have overcome his companion.

Each page kept me yearning for the next. What has happened to our beloved Holmes?

This thrilling adventure, whose forward is written by Mark Gatis, will be released in November.

by
Fran Martin

“Petrels Can Walk on the Waves of the Ocean”-an article from the Vancouver Province, July 10, 1927

“He is a little bit of a fellow, only about six inches long, but with very long wings and long legs, which make him appear much larger than he really is. The back and wings are sooty black, shading to greyish brown underneath, while the base of the tail is pure white.

His legs, feet and bill are as black as ink, but the web that joins the toes is bright yellow. He not only makes his home on the restless bosom of the ocean, but he insists on staying far from any land – usually hundreds of miles far out at sea.

The passengers of ocean vessels would find it very lonesome if flocks of petrels did not keep them company, silently flitting here and there over the waves like wind-tossed butterflies, or like the seagulls we know so well off our coast of British Columbia. Numbers of them follow the vessel day after day in her voyage across the ocean, and feed greedily on the scraps thrown overboard from the ship’s galley.

Though the big steamer may be ploughing through the waves at full speed, the petrels do not only keep up without any seeming exertion, but dart far ahead and then come swinging back, and actually seem to be playing hind-and-seek from one side of the ship to the other.

Even when there is no wind, they can walk or stand on the water, just by moving their wings a little faster. By the time dusk comes, and the sun has taken its nightly dip in the west, the petrels that have been playing around the rapidly moving ship all day, seem to be a little tired, and settle down on the water for their night’s rest, and with heads tucked under wings are soon fast asleep, literally rocked to rest in the cradle of the deep.

Sailors call the petrels Mother Carey’s chickens, and they have a superstition that if any one on board injures or kills one of them that some disaster is sure to happen to the vessel, so they are never harmed, if the sailors can prevent it. *

When unusual numbers of petrels are seen, it is thought to be a sign that the weather is going to be stormy. But the rougher the weather, and the higher the waves, and the more water swirls and foams, the happier the petrels seem.”

* Apparently Arthur Conan Doyle was unaware of this superstition, or simply chose to ignore it, because he wrote in “Dangerous Work: An Arctic Adventure”: “Amused myself in the afternoon by catching petrels by flinging a lead over the heads of them, and warping the string round their wings,
something like the South American ‘bolas’.”

Perhaps not too colourful, petrels are fun, full of energy, love food and can do amazing things!

submitted by
Fran Martin