He had parked his car on the edge of the street outside of the bakery. This was not his local bakery; in fact, he had never been to that particular one before. The cakes all danced in the shop window, each trying to sell themselves through their array of colour and sugar content. He had never been one for the sweeter things in life. Rather the thought of strong wooden chair, visible in grain and all it’s modest joinery would have truly made him feel content. That and large Cigar. Putting his keys away in his large pockets he proceeded to make his way to this appointment. Pausing for a moment, he turned his head slowly in order to look back at the fine motor parked outside of Pemberton’s Bakery. The afternoon sun glistening off its dark green chassis, a wonderful display of British engineering. His Uncle was a kind man but even he had outdone himself with this kind gift. Although he had earnt it, all those years tucked away in Peru had made him a slightly hostile man. It had only been two months since his return to the concrete streets of London but he could not have been happier to be back. A Tweed suit was fastened round his body. Long had it been since the weather had permitted him to don a suit without it sticking to every part of his body. It was not the fact that he was away from home for all that time that had made him upset but instead the little things that made him feel at home that were absent. The Amazon, had no room for error let alone the small markings of comfortability. The tall rubber trees were not your like your friendly Oak tree in Holland Park. In fact, nothing in the entire Amazonia was comparable to a stroll through Holland Park. Not even the sighting of a frightful looking dog could come close to the general looming danger that followed everywhere you trapesed. 

Realising once again he was in the safe streets of South Kensington, he walked towards his meeting with Dr. Shaw. Impressed by the natural looking finish on the door of 22 Debbing Street, he knocked on. It wasn’t but a moment later that large square panel of wood creaked open and the sight of a rotund gentleman greeted his view. Dr Shaw was everything you would want and expect from a professor. A gold pocket watch hid in the breast pocket of his well-tailored suit, a suit that did well to provide some elegance to his large frame. Round spectacles clung onto his nose, an aid to his expansive yet Eurocentric mind. It was no doubt that he was a highly intelligent man but tainted by his own awareness of that thing deemed him an equally ignorant man. 

“Well do come in Mr. Drift” said the Doctor. 
“Gladly” replied Arnold. 
“I don’t suppose the underground was too busy at this time of day”
“I drove actually”
“Is that so? Well a fine day for it at that”
“Truly. The weather has been kind to me since my return”
“London has truly missed your presence in that case. Either that or you have brought the Peruvian climate back with you.”
“I’d rather it stay where it were if I’m honest.” 
“I can imagine. A Savage climate over there” Dr Shaw said, shaking his head as if he had remembered the weather from personal experience. Yet he had only known of such information through pages of writing and the cosy confinements of his study. “If you’d like to follow me.” 

He slowly walked back to his leather chair. A cane in his left hand supported the slight waddle he had obtained from his hip injury years ago. Dr Shaw had previously been a huge Polo player, having traversed the professional scene in London almost twenty years ago. Once a sporting man, the lack of movement had allowed his body to decline, yet his mind was all the more active for it. The large oak desk not only did well in breaking the room up of its empty space, but also excellently exaggerated the importance of Dr Shaw’s intellectual findings. Upon browsing, Mr. Drift glanced over a whole host of artifacts sitting amongst the different book shelves which made up the outer portions of the study. Focusing now on what he knew to be an Amazonian Spear leaning over in the corner, his mind was instantly fogged by the many daunting memories he had experienced during his time in Peru.

“Isn’t that right Mr. Drift… Mr Drift?” asked Dr Shaw.
“Sorry, yes of course” he replied not entirely knowing what was being asked in the first place.
“I thought as much. A three week trip back must have been exactly what you’d hoped for after being in South America all that time” chuckled the Doctor. His sense of humour had quite often surrounded the misfortunes of others. That and the comic strips in the News Paper, a fascination of his that had been passed down through his father at the breakfast table.
“One would have hoped for a more forgiving journey back. Nevertheless, I am back in one piece and that’s all I could ask for” said Mr. Drift, not knowing himself whether or not what he just said was true.  
“I suppose you’re an adventurer now then aye?” questioned the Doctor with a child like smile on his face. 
“I do not think I am cut from that cloth. It was merely reconnaissance for a client of mine.” Drift replied with a deadpan voice. 
“Modest too. Lucky the client has such a hard-working researcher such as yourself in that case.” Shaw said trying to provoke some information from him.
“That I will take credit for.” Hard work had been instilled in Arnold from a young age. Growing up as the youngest in a heavy male dominated family meant he had to grow up fast. The small village of Keswick had meant learning to love the Countryside of the wonderful Lake District.