This is the first time I've driven to Emma's after a full day at work. I've just crossed the border into Wales and am sitting down for a quick bite to eat before the final hour's journey.
What's struck me tonight as I made my way across the country is the scent of the journey. A cocktail of fragrances has drifted in and out of the car all the way. My nose has been working hard trying to identify everything. The dominant feeling is one of new growth. Some smells are easy to pick out - such as oil seed rape, its glow extending the hours of sunlight. Others I can't place. But everything smells floral.
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