Cow Parsley

As I swing onto the towpath on my way to work the pungent smell of cow parsley assaults me. When I leave it five minutes later I don't notice its disappearance but as soon as I join the towpath on my way home there it is again, rasping at the sides of my nostrils.

Apparently it's easily confused with hemlock and you can tell the difference because hemlock 'smells unpleasant'.

I'm going to take a slightly closer look tomorrow. I suspect it's just my over-sensitive nose but perhaps the riverbank really does contains enough hemlock to poison all the philosophers of Oxford.



Blip 1933. A new Chancellor in Germany. Something we need to remember. France? Sunday?