Of all the bodies senses, its the sense of smell that can send distant memories rushing to your mind the most. Last Sunday was cold and damp and as soon as Georgia stepped out of the door she said 'oh it smells like England.' Walking through the wooded area at Maketu the other day the whiff of wild garlic and damp earth propels us back to the river banks of the Wear in Durham.
Over the summer months when the air was hot and dry here it almost smelled Mediterranean but for the lack of that strange drainy smell that you get at Spanish resorts.
When you think about it though, the cold and damp reminds us where we lived in England and the heat and dry remind us of great holidays abroad....
Considering we are fast approaching winter here in New Zealand and temperatures in the Bay are still around 13 - 16 degrees, plus the sun shines most days, I feel quite happy to enjoy the memories of the cold and damp stimulated by smells and not actually experience it!
1 comment:
How very true. I have often stepped outside and been transported back to a moment in the UK. Just the other night we walked out to put the rubbish out and we remarked how it smells like bonfire night, with the cold crisp air and everyone with their log burners on it was a magical moment!
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