Thursday, January 19, 2017
The Old Mill
I drove back down to the old mill down Anstey Mill Lane which I remembered from my childhood.
We young kids used to haunt the place as the river flowed through the gates, turning the wheel and spilling through the sluice to rejoin the river later on.
Even in those days the wheel did not turn, no farmers brought their grain and only the birds and rats lived there and us boys of course on school holidays when Ma and Pa were at work and we did just what we liked.
We climbed the ladders and dipped our fingers into the rushing water and disturbed an owl that was having nap and we got dirty and soaked.
I had to drive down the new highway to find it and turned into a lane that said "No Thru Road" and parked the car close to a blackberry bush.
It had all changed as there was a six foot high mesh fence surrounding the mill which was now a heritage building but the river had been diverted and there were no kids playing there neither in the mill or paddling in the river close by as they were probably all at home playing on their iPads.
Image found at www.britishlistedbuildings.co.uk