Sometimes from my flat in the city, I think I can smell the heath: the scent of dry grass; nectar from the heather and gorse; the particular warmth that rises from the bracken and dry broken branches and animal dung.
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New Forest Writer in Residence: Beginnings
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Sometimes from my flat in the city, I think I can smell the heath: the scent of dry grass; nectar from the heather and gorse; the particular warmth that rises from the bracken and dry broken branches and animal dung.