I asked him [a joyful painter I knew] how he came to be a painter. He said, ‘I liked the smell of the paint.’
Sometimes just a sentence can bring about a smile – and seasons and reasons from yesteryear. I was asked forty years ago, beside this very Ullswater, what had whet my appetite for photography. I quite clearly remember answering ‘the smell of the leatherette on my Kodak Box Brownie!’ Makes sense to me!