While most - myself included - often associate the fragrant odour of crocuses, tulips and daffodils with the dawning of spring in Holland, I’m happy to report that my dear Dutch friends have managed to deliver an even more natural scent to those in search of a sign that the earth is ready to deliver warmer (and longer!) days. As I cycled across Den Haag this morning on my way to work, I was shocked at just how penetrating the smell of spring can be in one of the most densely populated areas of an already overcrowded country. From my quarter at the edge of civilisation (indeed, some might even say beyond its pale) all the way through the city centre, past the Peace Palace and into the front door of my building I was greeted with the smell of fertile fields. Apparently, it’s sowing and spreading time in Holland, and I had a full 25 minutes of crap to start my day and evidence that urban charm is a total myth.
I’ve got my fingers crossed for a strong wind off the North Sea until Shell persuades farmers to invest in biofuel.
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