A beautiful and peaceful photo this week Sue.
Obsolete, it stood alone on the hill.
There was no place for old technology now.
The modern turbines, tall, slim and numerous,
Spoil the landscape as they whoosh and sigh in the winds.
They don’t have the charm, or individuality of a windmill.
We know of a windmill.
It’s actually the last six sailed working windmill and we used to frequent it often.
Attached was a tea rooms, where cakes, breads and scones were made from the flour it ground. It was our weekly treat, until we had to cut back on our budget.
At times, we bartered our surplus beans, onions, tomatoes, apples and elderberries for a cream tea on a Sunday. We would get a jar of the chutney made from them at Christmas.
If they were exceptionally busy we would help out with clearing tables and washing up.
I surprised Hubby at another windmill in Norfolk.
I climbed right to the top to admire the view, even though those last steps were up a steep and narrow ladder only wide enough for one.
It may not sound much of a feat, but if you add in that I have no head for heights and have a fear of ladder climbing for some reason still unknown to me, it might explain why Hubby was so proud of me that day.