Tacit knowledge is something I have written about many times before. Back in 1985 I was living up in the hills above Gayle, 4 miles from Hawes in the Yorkshire Dales. Twice a week I would make bread.
After moving away I hadn't made bread since. Last week I thought I would have a go.
The moves my hands slipped in to were deeply ingrained but forgotten. Never have I consciously thought about how I move my hands when needing. It triggered a stream of memories from 1985 that I can't normally tap in to.
Smell is famed for triggering memory. Perhaps because it is the sense we least verbalise.
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