This morning I went for a quick walk before lunch and was greeted by the sweet smell of hot blackberries. It’s been unseasonably sunny and the berries on the bushes that line the path have already reached and passed their ideal ripeness.   Tomorrow it’s due to rain and I can’t wait for the long awaited rain to wash away the smoke from the wildfires that has blown down from further up the coastline. There’s actually a word for the smell of fresh rain when  ...