[ Not having to worry so much about currency was a liberating thing... However, it wasn't exactly as if things were truly free. They were still here, against their will, at the mercy of the unknown machinations of a barely known entity. ]

Seriously. Not a lot of technology here to be had. Seems investing in a bicycle might be the next order of business.

[ And this brings the rather unwarranted image of gangly Sherlock perched on the handlebars, because like hell he'll endure actual manual labor. John muffles a snort and shakes his head. Amusement was one of the very last things he'd been expecting to have today. ]

Do you mind if we stop here?

[ Gesturing to the shade of a tree with roots that gnarl up. John's stopped there before, and remembers several perfectly comfortable places to sit and read against the trunk. He was aware of Sherlock's few missteps, even began to shift a bit closer with his next step in case the man should fall, but in the end he rocked away. Fussing - he didn't want to fuss and Sherlock certainly didn't deserve it. He did deserve the break, though. ]