For our final visit to the watermill, I’ll show you some of the interesting things I found walking around the grounds with my camera.
In one of the sheds
Yes that was a surprise, here’s a few details of it
There was another one in a lock up, but that still worked apparently. Had a bar in it too!
My favourite part was the Water feature.
So that brings me to the end of showing you around the watermill, though if you were interested there’s plenty more to see in the full album (including rusty stuff embedded in ivy and cat pictures) in the full album HERE
All pictures embiggenable with a clickety click.
Oh and finally, it was quite cold in the evenings, and Phil had to pull out his boy scout skills!
I’ve been neglecting the Universe Blog whilst doing my 365 on The Other Place and going on holiday, so thought I’d get back to it. Last week we travelled to Normandy, France for a few days visiting historical sites. But before we hop off on a visit I’m going to show you around where we stayed. The place we stayed is called La Houssain, it’s tiny, but in it there’s an old watermill, built in the 1700’s and added to in the 18’s.
Should have moved the car but never mind. A river runs along side it (of course- it’s hard to be a watermill without water 🙂 )
The mill is nestled in woodlands and forest, and the soundtrack to life is of countless birdsongs, the breeze in the trees and the flow of the nearby river. An escape from the madding crowd, where peace and nature surround and seduce you.
There is an old building on site that once was a bakers oven, the people in the surrounding area brought their wheat to the mill to be ground, and then took it to the oven to be baked. It was our view from the front door.
Nicola, the owner, uses it to store wood for the range fire in the mill.
Nicola keeps a few sheep on her land too
Next time we’ll have a look at some of the interesting garden and water features! 🙂
In 2009 Phil and I went to France, to follow in my Grandad’s footsteps in the 1st World War, and to find the grave of his best friend William Harrold, who he had joined up with. Grandad made it through the war, but William died on 30 October 1917, 3 weeks after coming back to the war after having leave at home, where he had married his sweetheart Doris. I have both their military records, and neither had distinguished medals or mentions in despatches, but William died for his country, and Grandad lived to bring up a great family. They are both heroes.
We visited all the memorials we could, Thiepval, Passchendael, Albert, Vimy Ridge, to name a few and also saw the huge craters left on the Messiness Ridge, by the underground bombs delivered through months of underground tunnelling. I took photo’s 🙂 and then I put them together in a little movie.
Thank you Grandad and William, for keeping us safe.
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