My first scent memory is the smell of smoke from the coal fired train engines. As a child I would wave to the engine drivers and passengers at Romney Marsh, a narrow gauge railway, as the train tootled by our seaside bungalow. Also second is the smell of tomatoes growing in the greenhouse. Even though I’ve been growing them myself for 40 years it still reminds me of my old family home and my dear Dad.
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