mike wilson wrote: > On an industrial estate in town (east coast of England) next > to the sea, is a tripe factory. Luckily, the prevailing > winds are westerly. When they change, business drops off in > the town centre. We used to have a brewery on the west side > of town. Boiling hops is not in the same rank as manure or > tripe but has a pretty, er, _distinctive_ smell.
One of the rarer places that you can give directions to as 'follow your nose'. I take it that in this weather, the area covered for such advice is greatly enlarged! Woof! Any chance of sending some rain down south? Malcolm
