Wednesday, 8 April 2020

Sunrise over the oasthouses


The perfume of a mountain of manure gently steaming in the field 
alongside the road.

The warm animal smell of sweet bedding straw as I pass a farm.

Aromatic wood smoke hanging in the air above a knot of cottages.

A sharp yet cloying tang of a heating oil spillage in a garden.

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