There are lots of these ruined water mills around here. They catered for the small farmers who grew their own wheat to make their bread. Most have (like this one)almost disappeared yet in these wild places, you can still hear their voices, see the shoeless children playing.....
I am retired and 'though able, at last, to do more or less what I wish, I feel I am wasting the few years of life left to me. that is the reason for starting this Blog, so that I might communicate with other humans with perhaps similar interests or perhaps opposing interests. I'm 80 years old but still a child at heart.
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