You may know that when I'm not walking dogs, I enjoy swimming. Yesterday, my peaceful reverie was interrupted by the England Ladies Rugby team, fresh from a victory over New Zealand. The entire squad, battered and bruised, all in the pool at the same time. I and my fellow pool-users were bemused, especially the men. And there was a lingering odour in the changing room, too.
Fast-forward to dog walking yesterday evening. From the moment we got out of the car, the dogs were onto something. They had their noses to the ground, urging me on, to find the source of the smell. Needless to say, we hadn't stumbled on the new training ground of the ladies rugby team, nor did we see anything else to explain their behaviour. And I couldn't smell anything! Perhaps it was a musky deer putting out pheromones. The autumn has been so mild that she might be tempted to have another foal before the cold comes.
Whatever it was, it was pretty powerful stuff, much like the rugby ladies.