The smell of summer…
The smell, of cut hay fields after fresh rain,the smell of summer. Memories,of reluctant walks to the beach and those wet Hi-Tec trainers,journeys along overgrown and forgotten lines,on new trains, over old rails, standing room only.Adventures dreamt, the precarious edge between adolescence and adulthood,a tight rope of steel ribbons,only later recognising the wonderful value of that time,through old eyes, a warm heart and kind reminisce.The smell of summer.
Words by James Hilton, written aboard the Class 104 DMU, Llangollen Railway, between Glyndyfrdwy and Corwen on Wednesday 16th July 2025. Photo by James Hilton, Manobier station, August 1996.
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I wasn't allowed Hi-Tech trainers, Mum bought me Dunlop ones instead. I love the crunchy of freshly cut wheat and barley stubble under my feet, the feeling of summer. Wonderful stuff James.
ReplyDeleteHi-tec trainers! I didn't want them, I wanted Adidas or Puma - but yes, the stubble under your feet too... it was the smell as I walked to the station yesterday, all of that just flowed from it...
DeleteHi James, nice piece. Btw, did you get my email in reply to yours re. Ribbons? It may be in spam or you may be overloaded with emails! Best, Jonathan
DeleteThank you Jonathan - I did but I have not had a chance to respond. I will do so this evening...
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