Imagine, dear viewers...

... the wonderful scent, perfume, fragrance of this beautiful lilac seen only as a picture here.
And I walked along the banks of the swollen river Tyne with the sounds of it's waters rushing along and the deep blue sky outlining the verdant trees where birds with their harmoniously trilling song were flitting and the wild garlic's pungent odour thickly filling the lower air, I made my way from East Linton to Hailes Castle amidst all this splendour.

(Well, sometimes I just have to let loose with words and descriptions like this that made teachers squirm and profess that I'd never be a writer).