Walking along with the two Jack Russell Terriers when a wonderful scent assails our nostrils so it must be strong, mind you it doesn't seem to do anything for the terriers. The scent is coming from some old, traditional wild roses in the hedge. Dog Roses we always called them and they seem to say an 'English Summer's day' is officially here.
While we pause, admire, sniff and murmur appreciatively the terriers continue on their way. The smell of a rat or rabbit is infinitely preferable to the smell of a rose whether it's a wild rose or not.
I think we'll stick with the roses.