Which British countryside smell instantly transports you back to childhood?

That first mow of the season is basically a national anthem. It smells like sports day, ice lollies and dad grumbling about the lawnmower.

Whether it's Bonfire Night or a neighbour burning garden waste, wood smoke drifting on cold air is pure nostalgia in gas form.

That first summer downpour hitting a sun-baked pavement is oddly comforting. Bottle it and you'd make millions.

The earthy hum of a soggy forest floor after rain. Wellies optional, but strongly recommended.

Salt, seaweed and a paper cone of hot chips drenched in vinegar. Instantly you're seven again, dodging seagulls on the prom.