Ah yes! The smells of childhood. Where we lived, on Clarion St in Manchester in the 50's, accross the road was a potato wharf. Lots of spuds always getting squashed and mushed on the street. Just down the street, approx 60 yards away, was a pig slaughter house and all the smells that went with that. Behind that building was Fyffes warehouse and the smells that went with that. A tasty mix, for sure. Add in the fumes from the railway at the back of potato wharf, and the winter smogs and you have the beautiful aroma of Central Manchester in the 1950's. And of course rationing was still in force and almost everyone smoked cigarettes. Apart from that, it was heaven! :o)