Have you ever had one of those intoxicating moments where you are walking down a supermarket aisle and you suddenly caught a perfume that you'd not smelt since you were small and it brought back a flood of memories, your first grade teacher, an auntie?
Or a taste? I just had a taste moment - I kind of feel bad about admitting to it though. I just bit into a plump juicy blackberry from Mexico (hence the guilt) and whilst its not the first blackberry I've had in twenty-five years it reminded me of one of the first, wandering gorse laden cliffs in Wales, under a dizzyingly blue sky, our skin scorching outide the realms of our floppy hats, with my two little sisters on short chubby legs, safe enough to be out of our parent's sight, collecting berries for a pie whilst my parents made love back in the chalet. Eating so many none of us wanted pie by the time we got back to the chalet. The taste brought back the memory so strongly I reeled a little in my kitchen.