'Smell is so evocative of memory, isn’t it?'

I am in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig again this week, doing a final round of edits on the first draft of my new novel before I have to submit it to my editor.

I am usually quite antisocial when I am here, deliberately focusing all my attention on the project at hand, but for some reason, this morning I have been drawn to having a conversation with another resident over breakfast.