There is a far too short bit of my daily bike ride to work where the narrow cycle path has cow parsley on both sides, and the froth and the scent of it is like cycling through champagne.
(Sadly, it's no better for my hayfever than the much longer patch of cycling between fields of oilseed rape, but it's prettier and it doesn't smell of cabbages).
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(Sadly, it's no better for my hayfever than the much longer patch of cycling between fields of oilseed rape, but it's prettier and it doesn't smell of cabbages).