There are times when we come back to the boat after our afternoon walk and on opening the hatch are welcomed by the smell of whatever I’d cooked for dinner. Now this can range from rosemary used in cooking my veg, curry, chilli, sweet and sour, tomato and garlic pasta, or perhaps not quite so pleasant, cauliflower. I expect many of us can remember the smell of cooked cabbage from school dinners, and in some of the flats I visited, this was the aroma that usually blasted my nostrils. That or the stench of dirty nappies, urine, and stale body odour. Even if I haven’t cooked, the boat has a pleasant smell of home and on hot days we throw open the bow doors as well as the helm to enjoy the breeze.
I have a sensitive beak. Not quite so sensitive as Maggie’s obviously, but I can smell things from a fair old distance, and my Mum knew she’d never get away with hiding the freshly baked sausage rolls or cake.
Today, coming back from walking Maggie first thing (Hubby had a rare lie in), a car passed me as I was walking into the private road that leads to the marina.
Even if I hadn’t recognised the driver or the car, I would have known where he had come from by the lingering stink wafting through his open window from his cigarette.
Not only did it hit me as he passed, but all the way to the gate and half way down the marina driveway.
I don’t know what they are putting in tobacco these days, but has cigarette smoke always been so offensively pungent? Hubby and I gave up in 1991, so for us I suppose we notice it more now anyway. Saying that though, when we were first looking to buy a house (and still smokers), some of the biggest turnoffs in properties we viewed were the yellow nicotine stained bedroom ceilings, the stale stifling smell of old smoke, and the sight of full smouldering ashtrays. Most of the boaters here are non smokers, but I can tell if a smoker has been in the ladies, even if they didn’t take a cigarette in with them (it’s illegal to smoke in public areas in the UK anyway).
A couple of members of staff smoke, and last year the external ashtray was commandeered by a pair of blue tits who raised over half a dozen young (the Manager put a sign on it saying it was out of use and why).
A third marina employee has converted to the ‘vapour’ alternative.
From what I’ve seen of them, some seem to produce more smoke than the cigarettes they are replacing, and I don’t care if you can get flavoured cartridges, it still smells. I also see it as changing one smoking habit for another.
Personally I think it looks pretentious and silly. You’d probably get the same thing going for you sucking on an empty biro tube. 🙂