Ours is flowering smells lovely, we ignore the looks of passers by, as we won't cut it till it has finished. Partner calls it private, but it does keep us that way.The smell of a privet hedge always takes me back to my childhood. Everyone seemed to have them years ago, and whenever I walk past one and smell the perfume of the leaves, I am transported back to Handsworth when I was young.
In the late eighties I moved to a small mining village in South Derbyshire. As most of the population were miners in those days, they had concessionary coal, so there was no gas in the village.
There was always the small of coal fires in the air, which then bought back this forgotten memories of how it smelled in Brum when I was a kid.
It was even better when someone’s chimney caught fire, which happened on a regular basis.
I thought at first you were thinking of Harding's bakery but that was on the Cov Road just off the Swan Island which is some way from Church Road (can't find a Church St). We always had Harding's bread delivered - the vans were brown I think. They had the wording 'Hardings Steam Bakery' on them. When I was little I often wondered how you could use steam to bake bread as that would make the loaves soggy but now I realise the steam heated the ovens!The smell of new baked bread at the bakery on Church St (Harveys?) in Yardley