The Junior Club

There is this sort of sunscreen/salt water/slightly damp clothes/calamine lotion/damp firewood scent that I've smelt in exactly two places in my life and they were both my favorite places in the world: the junior club at my yacht club, where I spent my childhood summers sailing, and the infirmary at my boarding school. It's peculiar that the exact same scent was in both places miles and miles apart, but it's something that deeply resonated with me. It's a scent that always told me that I was welcome, but also that I was there for a good time. Both places have now been extensively renovated which is devastating to me, because the scent is gone and there's not even a trace of it left.