Everyday Life For Cousin Ugg

As I scribe today’s literary offering, gazing aimlessly through slightly ajar French doors it’s thought provoking to witness the juxtaposition provided by prevailing heavy rain. This late spring deluge yours truly’s current land and soundscape while impatiently awaiting inspiration for today’s topic.

On one hand, unless you’re a farmer or living with long standing drought conditions or a water company witnessing an ever emptying reservoir, the sight of rainstorms aren’t generally welcome with open arms.

However, on the flip side, from within the shelter of a residential chamber I find something enchanting about the sound, smell and view of a chromatic garden being refreshed by heavy precipitation. Currently, my flora and fauna’s thirst being assuaged courtesy of grey nimbostratus clouds enveloping the Leeds/Wakefield borders.

Like the redolence and sights of a wood fire and barbecuing food, ambient sensory triggers produced by a rainstorm feel ingrained within my soul. It’s not something I’ve researched, after all my goto online research tool for issues relating to the human condition (Pornhub) rarely provides in-depth pathological or genetic formation data….. Although, that being said, you could argue there’s no shortage of DNA on the site.

I’d posit the aforementioned trinity of uplifting sensory episodes would’ve also been verve raising scents, sights and sounds for primal man. Our primeval ancestors relying on rainwater for crop and body replenishment, burning wood for warmth and cooking, barbecuing mammoth for sustenance.

I’d wager these enticing sensations have been passed down through ancestral DNA. And, despite the current zeitgeist affording far greater choices than those at early man’s disposal, fundamentally our only real essentials needed to prolong the race are still the same as they were for cousin Ugg.

After all, like him/her, we still only really need food, water, shelter, protection from predators and a McDonalds drive thru to survive. Anything else at our disposal is a bonus, but not strictly critical for the survival of the race. After all, if it was none of us would be here.

Quite clearly I’m not advocating that life isn’t infinitely better for humans in prevailing times. My point is that conditions for cousin Ugg may’ve been utter hell, but that awful existence was survivable even without medicines, Pot Noodles and S-Club 7 playlists.

It’ll have been a life probably not really worth living, where individuals existed in great pain, with few elements bringing contentment, apart from scents of a wood fire, the sight and smell of a barbecuing mammoth and the replenishment from rain water….. Hence my theory about why I’m (along with many other people) uplifted by similar sensory gifts even now.

Low life expectancy in particular would’ve been a cur, but I guess back then you probably longed for that escape to ease your misery and pain…… Well that’s my badly researched theory, anyhow.

It makes sense, though that we do pass on sensory reminders of survival essentials. I’d go one further, arguing these notions are why this generation’s great grandkids (x100) won’t feel DNA induced euphoria upon hearing the Love Island theme tune, witness a t-shirt bearing Simon Cowell’s face or smell a bitcoin….. If the latter is even possible!

I’d venture, though, the distant progeny will still gain some level of euphoria from the redolence of burning wood, scent from barbecuing food and the land/soundscape of heavy rainfall. And if you don’t believe me ask evolutionary biologist, and author of the book ‘Gary Strachan Occasionally Talks Sense’, Richard Dawkins.

Some people may feel my rare odyssey into evolutionary science is both misguided, unreliable and poorly researched. After all, GJ Strachan dropped Biology, Chemistry and Physic lessons at the age of 14, and my theories are based on nothing more than gut feeling. I’d respond to my accusers, though, it’s only a personal opinion that we pass on sensory data from generation to generation.

Right enough of this bollocks, I’m off to barbecue a mammoth…. It’s amazing what you can buy at Costco these days!!!

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