The sounds and smells of Summer.

[tim]

I am at home and can hear a pair of shears snapping away in a nearby garden, which a quintessential summer sound. If I think of summer smells, it is the odour of softening tarmac. I think it's time for us to get Adelstroppy

Adlestrop
BY EDWARD THOMAS
Yes. I remember Adlestrop—
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop—only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

 

[dessiato]

For me the most wonderful summer sound and smell is that of the beach. The smell of sardines being cooked on swords in front of wood fires, the waves lapping gently at the shore... The smells from the chiringuitos...The hum of the cicadas in the bushes...

Andalucía beaches are what summer is for.

 

[fucthest8]

The smell of sardines being cooked on swords

 

[Ax^]

this year along the coast of England it is the sights sounds and smells of people standing on hidden shit landmines on sandy beaches

 

[dessiato]

I can’t remember what they are properly called, but they are long sword like skewers.

 

[platinumsage]

That lingering smell after you've slammed your windows shut on a hot evening due to your neighbors lighting their barbecue with petrol and cardboard.

 

[kalidarkone]

I can’t remember what they are properly called, but they are long sword like skewers.

Skewers?

 

[Pickman's model]

I am at home and can hear a pair of shears snapping away in a nearby garden, which a quintessential summer sound. If I think of summer smells, it is the odour of softening tarmac. I think it's time for us to get Adelstroppy

Adlestrop
BY EDWARD THOMAS
Yes. I remember Adlestrop—
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop—only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Adlestroppy refers to that condition where you've had so much to drink you're clearly drunk but when you insist against all reason that you're not.

 

[bimble]

I’ve got crickets in my long grass
Or grasshoppers?

 

[Pickman's model]

Skewers?

Like skewers but not skewers

 

[danski]

Right now, the smell of privet and honeysuckle.
They remind me of nearing the end of term, out on bikes exploring after school. Sometimes better than summer holidays as there was a huge amount of anticipation. And girls, still.

I think I caught a lime tree the other day too.

 

[dessiato]

Skewers?

Espetos!

 

[Steel Icarus]

Creosote
Burning meat
Firelighters
Pollen
Cucumber

 

[Steel Icarus]

That's in Jamie "Fucking" Oliver's latest book, that

 

[The39thStep]

Espetos!

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Don’t have that fancy dan stuff here , people just bring metal grills . Went to the beach last weekend with some neighbours and we all collected buckets of those little butterfly clams . Fantastic in white wine garlic and coriander leaves .

 

[kalidarkone]

I like the smell of dusk in summer. The slightly cooler damper air hydrating my senses.

I'm really missing camping and being able to get squiffed in a field. Hopefully next month.....

 

[Marty1]

Freshly cut grass.

 

[The39thStep]

Here in Portugal. the smell of sardines and barbecues , jasmin, and orange. Sounds of cicadas, Brazilian/Portuguese samba music, the clink of beer bottles, and the groans of Benfica supporters now realising that they wont win the league.

 

[Saunders]

Right now, the smell of privet and honeysuckle.
They remind me of nearing the end of term, out on bikes exploring after school. Sometimes better than summer holidays as there was a huge amount of anticipation. And girls, still.

I think I caught a lime tree the other day too.

I only really learnt the scent of lime tree last year but have been sniffing for it. Looking back on my photos I think I’ve a couple of weeks to go here.

 

[dessiato]

Here in Portugal. the smell of sardines and barbecues , jasmin, and orange. Sounds of cicadas, Brazilian/Portuguese samba music, the clink of beer bottles, and the groans of Benfica supporters now realising that they wont win the league.

Eu sou sempre os dragões

When I lived in Porto one of my students planned a big party, cakes, champagne etc, at his beach housr, to celebrate Benfica winning the game that would make them champions. They lost. He cancelled the party and went to bed for three days.

 

[krtek a houby]

Crows, crickets and soon, cicadas.

 

[Sprocket.]

Swallows, Swifts and House Martins. Dawn chorus at 03:35.

 

[dessiato]

...House Martins...

I think their best album was London 0 Hull 4, but they became much better as Beautiful South.

 

[Sprocket.]

I think their best album was London 0 Hull 4, but they became much better as Beautiful South.

Sadly neither did anything I liked.

 

[dessiato]

Sadly neither did anything I liked.

Not even Rotterdam?

 

[Sprocket.]

Not even Rotterdam?

Sorry, no.

 

[StoneRoad]

Sounds - the morning / dawn chorus, distant lawnmowers and waves breaking on a pebble beach
Smells - honeysuckle, rose and lavender flowers, new mown grass or hay and petrichor (the smell made by a rain shower dropping onto really dry ground)

 

[gentlegreen]

 

[Artaxerxes]

The central line at 5pm on the hottest day of the year at rush hour, tube walls running with moisture from the sweat