......that's how I would describe the weather today.
I'm trying to revel in the winter, rather than let it get to me.
Walking about yesterday I wandered through a big pile of fallen leaves. One whiff of the musty earthy smell from them threw my mind back to being a kid in Bradgate Park.
All a bit Merchant Ivory, soft focus back-lit memories of mittens and cold ears, but an involuntary smile can't be fought off, or argued with.
I wonder if in thirty years, my kids will catch a whiff of frigid salt air somewhere and be transported back to childhood ?
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It's the smell of Morston mud and the sound of rustling reed or the crunch of the Salthouse gravel which does it for me.....
Revel in it, yes, that's good. I like that idea.
It's working ok at the moment....all in the mind old chap.
Smells do that don't they. Bring back memories and all. Supposed to be the most memorable sense....
Estee Lauder "Youth Dew" always reminds me of the top deck of the 112 bus out of 1960's Brum - everyone used it, far too much, as it was thought to be posh but really was a little bit common. A bit like Brut aftershave, it could strip your nose hairs with just one sniff.
Ah, happy days.
Aramis mate.....pulling material down at "Tots" in essex......cant stand the stuff now though! Sad i know.
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