What is that funny smell when it rains in summer?

The smell of rain, petrichor, is the delightful and earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. The word is constructed from Greek, petra, meaning “stone”, and ichor, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology, according to Wiki.

The actual odour is aerosolised oils from plant material that has died and been adsorbed on to the surface of clay or other particles in the soil and a compound known as geosmin. Aerosols form and are carried into the air much more readily in a light summer rain than during a wintry downpour. That said, Mrs Sciencebase will attest to the smell during a severe storm we witnessed in Botswana many years ago, when a herd of elephant were seen running trunks aloft as we sat awestruck by the sky, just before the rain came.

geosmin

Meanwhile, the chemistry of petrichor also boils down to that organic chemical called geosmin (named from the Greek for earth and smell), which itself has a distinct earthy flavour and aroma and is produced by a species of actinobacteria. As well as giving us the smell of summer rain it is responsible for the earthy taste of beetroot and other root vegetables such as parsnips, turnips and swedes. The molecule is a bicyclic alcohol and essentially a derivative of decalin.

Meanwhile, remember next time you’re caught in a downpour, in the words of Dolly Parton, you’ve got to put up with a little rain if you want rainbows.

Prevailing Wind – A timeless song

I grew up on the North East coast of England and feel endlessly drawn to the sea although I live, here in Cambridge, almost as far away from any coast as you can get in England. Oh well. It’s always inspirational to see the whitecaps on any visit and to spend time at the shorelines in any kind of weather, although sunny and warm is preferred over freezing cold and tipping down. It’s perhaps the beauty of it, the briskness, the stones and sand, the spindrift, the mindfulness, the timelessness…

A recent trip to the coastal village of Mundesley with Mrs Sciencebase and some friends got the creative juices flowing. We even had a bit of an audience on our first night singing and playing a few songs and Mrs Sb demonstrated her percussive prowess on the tambourine. One of our party, RL, did some beautiful pen and paint sketches in between beers, there was plenty of lively plucking of banjos and guitars, kicking and picking of stones, lots of scenic photos taken, laughs had, beer supped, wine uncorked (both delicious and otherwise), songs sung and some serious discussion too…

This is my musical sketch of the trip. I must confess although we were close to The Poppy Line, we didn’t actually take the train and that’s really just a reference to walk through fields of ripe barley destined for beer, speckled with the occasional coquelicot. I have not added the early morning sounds of wrens, wood pigeon, blackbirds, chaffinches nor any other dawn choristers for the sake of our sanity, but there is the sound of the sea and a telephonic ident in there for the clear of hearing.

You can listen to the track on SoundCloud (128kbps mp3) or on BandCamp (high-quality file to stream or download for free).

For completeness, the lyrics:

Prevailing Wind

Reading between the lines
Sketching the fever of a swollen tide
The endless meaning of a mindful time
Picking up the stones of the smoothest kind

	And then it begins
	Beyond the veil of original sin
	Reaching out to sea
	Carried on a prevailing wind

And so you have your say
That the proof's the truth in its own sweet way
The bluest blue carries you away
Back to where you grow

	And so it begins
	Beyond the pale you take it in 
	Dream of the sea
	and foreign shores on a prevailing wind

You didn't see the signs
Painting a picture of another time
Drawing deeply from a tainted vine
Kicking up the dust on The Poppy Line

	And so it begins
	Beyond an age of original sin
	Setting out to sea
	Carried on a prevailing wind

Poppies: Wave at Lincoln Castle

Part of our recent wet-and-dry whirlwind tour of some interesting places in England took in the city of Lincoln, its cathedral, castle and the Poppies Wave installation, which has also been touring the country since its inauguration at the Tower of London in 2014 as Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red.

It was a poignantly wet and grey day to photograph this memorial to the fallen of World War I, 100 years since the start of the Battle of the Somme, 1st July 1916. Find out more about the installation here and see additional photos from my collection here.