U is for Undergrowth

Under the trees lining the Camel there is a smell of moss and leaves that are always damp, a fungal topnote betrays the constant turnover by slime moulds and their true fungus cousins.  Vegetabley and muddy, as the year turns it changes a little; dry weather leavens the yeast with a smudge of hay, wet and cold keep it flat and green like the liverworts.  Walking by the water there is always something new to see, but the smell under the oaks is always the same

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