The Scent of ElderWild West Yorkshire nature diary, Wednesday 2nd June 1999
ELDERFLOWER HEADS hang in the heavy rain. Their musky scent hangs in the air. Richard Adams called it 'the carrion scent of elder'.
The grasses arch across the path and soon soak my jeans so that the water seeps down inside my wellingtons.
Thunder rumbles in the distance, white lightning flashes from a brooding sky. Rivulets pour down the gutters, leaving swirls of debris on the road. The canal is dull, like tarnished copper, but animated by the rain.