...and back home the spring evenings are getting ever longer

[penguin2]

Near sunset: sense of deep autumn approaching, smells of fires being lit and suppers being cooked early as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, air crisp with that invigorating yet lonely sharpness of a settling damp chill. The fire-smells are faint in this modern suburb, faint and only of woodsmoke. I miss the autumn evening smells of home,

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[shaggy_dog]

Aye, there's something to be said for the comforting smell of coal smoke.

It's small town, village, old, safe.

[penguin2]

Yep. And even more to be said for peat smoke IMO. Peat seems to be a polariser - people either love or hate the smell of burning turf. I love it, and so did H2 and his family. Every time we were gigging up the west coast, we used to bring back a bag of Mayo turf for the uncles :-)