I remember the first time I remembered a smell. This was remembering to the extent that it stopped me in my tracks, taking me back to a specific moment, a specific place and a specific feeling. The smell was that of a bike shop. Mainly rubber, with notes of oil and plastic and a strong hint of sheer excitement. In that instant I was about 10 years old, in Bache Brothers Cycles at Lye Cross, near Stourbridge, in the West Midlands. My grandad was next to me, with the shop man. I was getting a bike for my birthday.
He said he would examine the evidence "thoroughly" ahead of his final decision in March 2026.
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“村里新建了民宿、小吃街、年画馆，八成村民吃上‘旅游饭’。”村党支部书记顾瑞利细数着村里的喜事。
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