We were walking through a field today, when a cloud of sickly sweet
perfume hit us in the face. Except;
1. There were no people around
2. The vegetation showed no signs of having been disturbed by energetic lovers
As we’d just been commenting on how the nice
countryside smell of manure, this sudden change stuck us as strange, and so we
spent the next fifteen minutes trying to determine what the smell was.
The fence smelt pleasant, like steam trains, the stream smelt of decay, the vegetation smelt vegetation-y.
Thus, it remained the mystery of the field behind Radwinter church.