"You ought to take Nell with you. I'm sure she would be more than willing to help." Nell is, at that moment, playing a form of chase with the surf as it rolls back out to sea. "She would be an excellent addition to your fish hunting party." He gives Watson a smile, walking out over the sand towards Nell. He doesn't come to the beach often; he probably should more often, but the sand that is invading his shoes and the wind that is ruffling his hair does much to dissuade him.

"We should have brought some sandwiches," he observes.