Signs of the Times I step off the bus, I see lights and can smell breakfast cooking. Breathe in this air! It’s so different to the sticky air of the city. The smell of chips as we queue round the corner in the cold for the cinema We used to meet outside the fish and chip shop on the corner, everyone still seems to meet outside that chippy now, and the smell of the chips used to make you feel so hungry. Deep breaths, shivering as no one wore a coat. Desperately hoping you hadn’t been stood up, so relieved you weren’t the last one standing, well not this time. You anticipate the smell before you arrive, the sea, the shop selling rock, fish and chips. I could taste the candy floss before we even got here. You step off the train and it’s the fresh salty air, leaving the journey behind. You’re home.