St.Andrews harbour

The sea smells from your childhood are much nicer than some I remember of mine (farmers spreading liquid manure, the whole town stank...).

You never forget the smells of your childhood Amelia, whether they are good or bad. I love the smell of a working harbour. Sometimes I recognise a smell that reminds me of my grandmother, who I was very close to and she died when I was 11....I love that smell.

Memories ~~~ visual and verbal ~~~