Visited by skkye 12.5.2014. This old water mill (used to grind whole grains into flours) lies in a magical grove near my place. I've walked along the little path by it multiple times but never before thought I could climb in the mill.
Even though it was day when we visited it, the mill was so dark inside it was impossible to take photos without flashlight. Little spiders living between the logs were running away from the beam of light. I felt like we were intruders in their home. Former inhabitants, bees, had already moved away and left the their empty home hanging on the wall. My favourite things in the mill were animal drawings (especially birds!) and year scribbles on the wooden door ( the oldest one we found was 1916), peel, inexlicably heavy grindings stones and a wooden cup which could have been from the King Arthur tales.
Originally the mill was built in the 19th century and it was completely renovated in 1921.