The door of the Old High Church

When I walked home tonight, a strange smell met my nose. Someone is burning leaves, I thought. No, too pungent and sweet, is someone in Fairfield Road smoking dope? Some five minutes later the aroma was still in the air. After another five minutes it was still the smell of the day. This can't be right, I thought, every Fairburn Road resident smoking weed at the same time? It will be gone when I cross the canal, I reckoned. It wasn't. Eventually I caught up with a young man with a small back pack. Once I was passed him, the air smelled of dying leaves..