Wednesday 7 April 2004 3.16pm
When I was very young, my Grandmother lived in a cottage beside a railway line. I can still smell the wild thyme that carpeted the area, it would release its perfume as I walked on it. The smell of the wild strawberries that grew in such profusion on the rocks by the side of the track (they've all gone now.) The smell of bitumen from the wooden sleepers in the summertime and the smell of the steam engines, incredible.