It's funny the aromas and sounds that stay with you even after decades. For instance, when I think about it, although I have not hung around horse barns in almost 40 years, I can still hear the horses and ponies nickering and smell the fresh bales of hay.
My sister and I used to argue about which one of us could climb into the loft above to wrestle a few new bales over to the hole in the floor and back down the ladder to fill the mangers when we fed our own horses, or helped with the ponies and sheep up the road. Typically, our maternal grandfather or mother would suggest that we could both do it.
"And stop arguing!"
As I say. I can still smell that sweet hay scent and hear their voices.