Though the constant demand of housework may be a bore, there is something terribly satisfying about a Hills Hoist full of sun-dried washing, flapping in the breeze. You know the towels are going to be softer after being tossed about by the wind and that they will smell like sunshine. I’m sure there is some science behind it, perhaps something to do with UV rays killing any lingering beasties and leaving only the aroma of freshness?