I was watching the last program of series one of Frasier (My coffee with Niles) this afternoon. At one point it rains and they have to return to the inside of Cafe Nervosa. For some reason it reminded me of the holiday I had with Mark when we waited out some summer rain in a tea shop near Beaulieu.
It also reminded me that I love the smell that rises from the dry ground when it hasn't rained for a long time. And that reminded me of the smell of wet sandstone, which I first experienced climbing the Granny Rock.
It's a funny thing, your memory.