British Wildlife 15.4 April 2004

Letter from the far West Coast

"The smell of turf (peat, if you insist) smoke is one of the more pungent odours of these islands, its sweet but acrid fragrance instantly evocative of Connemara at dusk, along with certain Scottish kippers and costly single malts. 'It gets into your clothes', complains my wife, who fed a kitchen range with turf for years. Now we've changed to natural gas, like most of our neighbours."

Reserve Focus: Thompson Common Nature Reserve, Norfolk Nature's changing seasons – 2003 results from the UK Phenology Network
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